Y2K (1999) Movie Script
[music playing]
[non-english speech]
[radio crackling]
MAN 1: Good evening, my friend.
What urgent business brings you here?
MAN 2: It has come to my attention
that clandestine forces are coming to your country
very soon, forces from my government.
MAN 1: This information begs me to question your motive, senor.
MAN 2: Question whatever you like.
They are the facts.
You and your interests will be destroyed.
MAN 1: Very well.
If the Americans want an end to their drug wars,
I'll give it to them.
But their attack will be nothing less
than a global embarrassment [inaudible]..
MAN 2: I understand your feelings.
That's why I thought it was important we talk.
MAN 1: Now, if you'll excuse me, my friend, I am late.
MAN 2: Cuidado, mi amigo.
[music playing]
[beeping]
This doesn't make sense.
I followed every procedure possible.
It's Not going away.
WOMAN (OVER HEADSET): I'm calling the general.
But it's a mistake!
I mean, it's in Columbia, for crying out loud.
We don't have silos down there.
[computer whirring]
The general's going to kill us if this is a false alarm.
[beeping]
Call the general.
Now.
Ma'am.
All set?
Keep an eye on it, buddy.
Yes, sir.
[musicians playing]
Well, this better work, Tranner, you hear me?
You hear me?
Look, I don't know why the DOD stuck me with you.
But I got a shit load of important people
here tonight, so I better not look like an idiot.
Yeah, we've all seen that before.
What?
I said, it's been a real chore,
but everything looks like it's, uh--
it's ready to go.
Good.
Hey, Sawyer.
How are you?
Chloe.
Vince.
You know, I'm not so sure I like the, uh, new you.
How can you tell me you're having half as much fun
with that idiot as we had, huh?
Jealous?
Such a predictable reaction from you.
I'm surprised to see you out celebrating tonight, Vincent.
Shouldn't you be hard at work, whacking your way
into some supercomputer?
It's called hacking, Chloe, but you knew that.
No, it seems, uh--
the inferior skills of today's programmers just, uh--
they've spoiled it for me.
Use the millennium as an excuse to evolve, Vince.
Juvenile prankster thing-- major turn-off.
Come on, let's go.
Here we go.
Here we go, ladies and gentlemen.
The moment we've all been waiting for.
The beginning of the new millennium, the first New
Year's Eve celebration aboard the International Space
Station.
And 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!
Happy New Year!
[cheering]
[party horns blowing]
Wow.
You're sweeter than sugar, baby.
Aw.
I wonder what else is on, baby?
[giggling from tv]
KEN (ON TV): Looking on.
You're the hottest.
[moaning from tv]
WOMAN (ON TV): I like it.
KEN (ON TV): You're sweeter than sugar, baby.
And Ken's been a bad boy.
Mm, you're sweeter than sugar, baby.
[laughing nervously]
Tranner, you're dead ass, whore.
[glass shattering]
Hey, it was a joke.
Sweeter than sugar?
I was kidding.
Grab him.
[engine starting]
[tires screeching]
[honking]
[car alarm sounding]
Ouch!
[laughing]
Shit!
Whoa!
Oh, god!
[laughing nervously]
Yeah!
Oh my god!
Let's not be stupid now.
[helicopter whirring]
Want to do this?
You don't have to balls for this.
That's-- my car!
[laughing]
You little prick!
We'll take him from here, sir.
She handles a little loose in the corner, man.
- Yeah-- - See ya!
[music playing]
GENERAL SEWARD: If this little shit show comes back
as one of your practical jokes, you'll
serve your full sentence in the worst hellhole I can find.
VINCE: Yes, sir.
[whirring]
[beeping]
Shit.
This thing showed up at 22:00 hours our time.
It's midnight in Columbia.
A silo triggered by the first minutes of the new year--
that sounds suspiciously like a Y2K malfunction,
wouldn't you say?
The only reason the Defense Department spared
you the prison cell is that you were supposed
to solve the Y2K problem.
Isn't that right, Vincent?
VINCE: Yes.
I don't know why everybody's pointing the finger.
At you?
[chuckling] Well, let me see.
How about, uh, I hack into purchasing and requisition
a chopper to take me and my slacker buddies
snowboarding for the weekend?
That was after some virgin powder.
Oh.
Or maybe I redirect a surveillance satellite
to broadcast a White Zombie concert
to the university auditorium.
It was a special live performance.
18 minutes, it sold out.
Look, I've had enough of your shit, Vincent, goddammit!
Now, just tell me that this is one of your stupid pranks,
and let's all get home to bed, instead
of me calling DC and having to wake up the commander-in-chief,
for Christ's sake.
It's not me.
It ain't.
General, it's agreeing to accept the stand-down code.
Thank god for that.
Find the proper code and shut it down right away.
Yes, we tried that, sir.
None of the current codes are working.
The computer assures us the codes are
known only to, uh, Coco Leo.
Coco what?
Who the hell is that?
[beeping]
[music playing]
From what I've seen in all the failsafes are blocked.
This thing has a real hard-on for that Coco Leo bits.
It's going to take me a few days to crack through this one.
It appears to be a talented class system like
the stratus silos of the '60s.
If it is a Y2K glitch, the calendar's
going to reset to when it was first programmed.
Although this computer is too smart to go
looking around in the 1900s.
You know what I think?
I think it's going to look from the first person it knew
to have the deactivation codes.
Here's the target now.
[beeping]
Moscow.
Well, we could have put money on that.
Get me the director of the CIA.
[music playing]
[chatter]
Excuse me, sir.
There's a General Seward on the line for you.
Yes, General.
I'm sorry to ruin the festivities, Director
Blanchard, but I was wondering whether you could
answer me a quick question.
Yeah, shoot.
Do you remember who in our government's
last administration held the code name Coco Leo?
You picked a rather awkward time for trivia, General.
What's going on?
Well, it's just that our screens here indicate that
in 32 hours' time, one of our nasty little redbirds
is going to launch itself from the Colombian jungles
and take out Moscow.
Unless, of course, it gets to chat with its old pal Coco Leo.
I was hoping that you or somebody that you know
could wake up Mr. Leo and tell him that he has a phone call.
Hello?
Are you there, sir?
Yes, I'm here.
Coco Leo, as I recall, was Richard Nixon.
Richard Nixon?
I see.
Whoops.
[piano playing]
Possible straight.
Jack's bet.
Jack's check.
Up to you, Harold.
Harold passes.
Jack's check.
Colonel?
Mm-hm?
You have some visitors here to see you, sir.
Oh, good.
We've got some new players.
Sit down.
It's a $20 buy-in, and we don't take credit.
Unless it's passed with my girlfriend over here.
Sit down.
Colonel, we have an urgent situation.
Look, we have no business together.
Let's just sit down and play poker.
Now sit.
Sit.
New players.
Where are you guys from?
Your presence is urgently requested at NORAD, sir.
NORAD, huh?
Sounds complicated.
We're ordered to track down the three designers of a very
particular defense silo.
Huh.
So you started at the top with me, huh?
Actually, you were last up, sir.
The others have passed on.
Passed on to make sense.
[chuckling]
Please, sir.
The details of this request are time-consuming, [inaudible]
extremely sensitive issue at this moment.
How's the coffee at NORAD these days?
Hot and non-stop, sir.
Mm.
In that case, what are we waiting for?
Crystal Palace, this is Zero Victory
Four, entering target area.
Roger that, Victory Four.
PILOT 2: Commencing photo recon of target.
Attempting lower altitude for close-up.
[whirring]
[machinery clicking on]
[computer whirring]
[alarm chirping]
[beeping]
[beeping]
PILOT 2: Something's pinging me!
I'm getting a reading here.
I've got a bogey on my tail!
I've got a--
PILOT 1: Man down.
Repeat, man down.
[computer whirring]
FAIRCHILD: General Seward?
Yeah.
Ah, Mr. Fairchild.
Nice to see you again.
And you.
Director Blanchard sends his regards.
In all due respect, sir, from this point on,
I'll be taking full command of this operation.
Good.
We've been waiting for you.
Please take the floor.
Listen up, everyone.
This is Richard Fairchild from the CIA.
The missile installation that we're dealing with
belongs to Central Intelligence, as does the warhead
and the missile inside.
A marine team has been ordered to meet at a specified
checkpoint in four hours.
My job is to cooperate with you to the fullest of my abilities
and to gather all the resources available to regain
control of our silo.
Any questions?
Yes.
What's preventing an air strike beyond its radar range?
That's not an option, General.
Next question.
Whoa, whoa.
Just wait a minute.
Just what kind of poison did you guys stuff
down the throat of this thing?
That's classified for the moment, General.
Carry on.
The only way to reach the silo's computer is by land.
We go in, convince the computer what year it is,
and then program the current deactivation codes.
Now, which one of you is our Y2K specialist?
I prefer "hack."
Could I get you a cup of coffee?
Oh, we have plenty.
Sit down.
Colonel Shaughnessy, perhaps you have
something constructive to add?
Well, first, let me start by saying, um--
and I'm sure Mr. Fairchild will back me up on this--
we are all a bunch of fucked bunnies.
That silo is impenetrable.
With reinforced steel and concrete 10 times bigger
than that of the White House, nobody's going to get in there.
This is a fully automated, multilayered self-defense
system.
The computer-- it predicts all offensive strategies.
So without the proper standdown codes,
it considers everyone the enemy.
Of course, uh, five years ago--
two days ago-- putting a relatively simple fix
with the help of Flash Gordon over there.
But, uh, without those codes, in launch mode,
anybody who's sent down there will be sacrificial lambs.
Of course, there is one solution--
the only solution.
A nuke.
Completely mess up all the poison inside of that missile.
Would end this thing in one clean sweep.
Now, I don't follow trends, but nuclear destruction
doesn't have the same appeal it had in my day.
With no god to obey or fear, it's completely on its own
with, obviously, destructive intentions.
[clearing throat]
Thank you, Colonel, for that inspired evaluation.
Colonel, your knowledge of the security system
will be invaluable.
Welcome aboard, sir, and I applaud your courage.
Good.
What?
Oh, look, now, I'm flattered by your invitation,
but there's no way I'm going to go back down there.
Not a chance.
I second that motion.
[laughing nervously]
I'll be outside.
See you shortly.
Everyone out.
Now!
Out.
You two, stay.
With all due respect, General, my responsibility
ended when they handed over those keys to that place.
Yeah, and my contract doesn't say--
Contract?
Whoa, wait a minute.
You two, just be quiet a minute.
In the first place, you don't have a contract, Vincent.
You have a sentence.
And until that computer's fixed, your balls
are in the firm grasp of Mr. Fairchild, you understand that?
Now, when you come back, assuming everything goes well,
as far as I'm concerned, you're a free man.
Fine.
Grab your gear.
Report to Fairchild, now.
You're the key to this whole thing.
I know you know that.
I'm sure you know exactly what kind of global mess
we'll have on our hands if that bird flies.
Oh, it will.
It can't, dammit.
It can't.
Look, now, I want you to get on the next available vehicle.
It's your duty as an American.
Oh, man.
Look, Colonel, I don't give in to threats, take ultimatums.
I don't accept bribes.
And more importantly, I don't make deals.
So tell me, what's it going to take to get you down there?
PILOT 3: Tiger 1, this is Tiger 2.
We are on target and on schedule.
ETA for insertion, 27 minutes.
PILOT 4: Roger that, Tiger.
So Morgan.
Yeah?
You stick it to him, or what?
It's kind of complicated.
Oh, come on.
I won't tell no one.
Tell you when we get back.
I'll hold you to that.
Thanks.
[scoffing]
[chuckling]
Funny.
[blowing like a pipe]
Hey, mind if I ask you a question?
What's a US missile silo doing in the Columbia mountain?
No, I don't mind.
Come on, Fairchild.
He's part of the team.
Tell him about the Mighty Few.
[chuckling]
Oh, god.
In 1969, CIA learned that there were
KGB agents sent to the United States
with pieces of nuclear warheads.
Once assembled, they could wipe us out from the inside.
So we decided to create the ultimate deterrence--
the Mighty Few.
12 silos, strategically placed in different parts
of the world.
Even if the United States was wiped out,
a day and a half later, the Soviet Union
would be annihilated.
So there's 12 of these silos?
This is the only one that malfunctioned?
How come?
I guess we'll find that out when we get there, won't we?
Whatever happened to diplomacy?
World peace?
The UN?
Well, it's kind of like a--
kind of like a global high-stakes poker game.
No shit.
No shit.
Well, the United States has got more aces up their sleeves
than anybody else.
The Mighty Few are only known to top CIA officials
like myself and the president.
The military has too many leaks.
The full effect of the silos only works when their existence
remains uncertain.
How big are these nukes?
They are nukes, right?
Not exactly.
[music playing]
[spraying]
You two want to use that stuff.
To the bugs down there, you're a walking big goal.
Stick you a needle, suck you dry.
Use the whole can if you want.
It's only mosquito repellent, Colonel.
Marines have a heightened concern
about malaria down here.
Here.
No, thank you.
Lived down here for 10 years.
I made a pact with the mosquitoes.
[grunting] They don't bother me, I don't bother them.
Well, it's your skin.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
Mm-hm.
PILOT 3: Tiger 2, we are at drop point.
Prepare for team insertion.
VINCE: Just hook this thing to my waist?
Yeah.
Remember, you control your descent with the rope, OK?
Yeah!
All right.
OK, Morgan, it's showtime.
Let's go, let's go, let's go! - All right.
On deck, ladies.
Hook them up.
Let's go!
Come on!
[rope whistling]
Let's do it.
Remember, you control the descent with the rope.
You got it? - Yeah!
OK.
VINCE: It's a long way down!
Yeah, it is. Go ahead.
OK!
[screaming]
[lurching]
[groaning]
Oh!
My leg!
My leg's stuck!
Let go your slack!
Oh OK!
[groaning]
Let go your slack!
Right!
Whoa!
Welcome to my world, geek.
Now move out.
OK, it's about a three-hour hike from here.
This is not a walk in a park, gentlemen.
This jungle is hostile, so stay alert.
Can I see the map?
Certainly, Colonel.
This doesn't seem to be the route I remember, you know?
It's been 20 years, Colonel.
I respect and I admire your knowledge about the silo,
but when it comes to these sticks,
I'd prefer if you let me make the decisions, sir.
I hope you understand.
You got it.
Thank you, sir.
All right, move out.
Let's move it!
All right, all right, let's move out.
All right, Louis, take the point.
Come on, ladies.
What is this?
It's called ve-ge-ta-tion.
It won't kill you.
Believe me, there's a hell of a lot worse out there.
Yeah, like what?
Like snakes the size of telephone poles.
Not to mention spiders that would carry your punk ass away.
Don't forget the killer bees.
Wouldn't have any spray for that, would you?
You just stay close to me, you'll be fine.
[kissing sound]
Nice.
Move it.
Oh, great.
Let me guess, you can't swim.
I can swim fine.
It's this little baby I'm worried about.
It gets wet, this mission's over.
Well, well, Data.
Not looking too smart now, are you?
Take this.
A Saigon whore couldn't get wet inside there.
Yeah, well, at least it'll stay dry if it falls in.
Trust me, it's not falling in.
Thompson.
Break out the harnesses.
OK, computer geek.
You're next!
Ah!
[shouting]
Oh my god!
What do I do?
[yelping]
Hey!
Guys!
Hey!
[rope creaking]
I don't want to fall!
FAIRCHILD: Just hang on, Vince.
OK!
FAIRCHILD: Hang on.
Help!
Help!
What do I do?
Huh?
FAIRCHILD: Don't look down, whatever you do.
OK! FAIRCHILD: Just hang on.
OK!
[moaning]
FAIRCHILD: Grab the computer.
Get me up!
FAIRCHILD: Another way.
Give me your hand. - Get me up!
- Give me your hand. - Please.
There you go.
[struggling]
Got it?
[yelping]
Give me your arm.
Come on, here you go. Here you go.
Up.
Got it?
All right, all right.
All right, pull up.
Pull up your feet on the line.
OK.
OK.
OK, there you are. There you go.
There you go.
There you go.
Come on, pull it up.
Pull it up.
Pull it, I hear you.
Get me off this thing.
Get it off.
You all right?
Yeah.
All right, enough fun for one day.
We're going to go over the hill, and then we'll take a break.
Now, let's move it.
Come on, Johnson. Come on.
You earned it.
Thanks.
[rope creaking]
Thompson, take care of the kid.
Yes, sir.
You OK, Colonel?
Yeah.
We're almost there.
All right, we're going to take five.
Give me two ops, one here, one there.
I'll be on perimeter!
I'll take the left flank, sir!
Might as well sit down and take a load off.
So that thing's pretty special, huh?
Very.
[music playing]
How'd you end up in the VA hospital, Colonel?
Well, the CIA thought I was a little overly
mature to be an engineer, so they
shipped me back to the army.
Serving under this 35-year-old milk breath of a colonel.
To make a long story short, we ended up in a shoving match.
His head hit the side of a desk, and I
ended up with a broken elbow and a concussion.
And they committed you for that?
Yeah.
I had a choice--
dishonorable discharge or one of those medical disability
discharges.
That came with no check.
Hey, I thought that was all in the file.
[sniffing]
Yeah, well, uh, every story has two sides, Colonel.
I just wanted to hear yours.
Well, well, well.
Now, I'm impressed.
[chuckling]
You like that?
Hey, what's the medical bracelet for?
That, my friend, is a souvenir from the Gulf.
You wounded in action?
Yeah.
Something like that.
Damn.
You guys, check this out.
- You like that, Gumbo? - Mm.
This is nothing.
You should see what's out there.
But look fast, gentlemen, because I'm running
out of battery time here.
Uh-uh.
See, I'm going to borrow that for a minute.
Have me a private moment.
[chuckling]
[shots firing]
[shouting]
Get down, get down, get down!
Damn that shit!
Damn that shit!
- Down! - Over there!
Over there! - That's it!
Where are they?
I can't see them!
Fall back.
Holy shit!
Let's get out of here!
Come on!
Go, go!
Let's go, let's go!
Ah!
Come on, Colonel, get up.
I'm only trying to protect you.
Let me go.
[shouting in distance]
[grunting]
[groaning]
[gasping]
Jump!
I don't think so, Sundance!
We'll die!
Yeah?
Well, I'm over it!
[screaming]
Move.
Move, Morgan, move!
Keep moving.
Come on, we gotta get out of this shit storm.
Keep moving, Morgan.
What about the men?
You're my only priority right now.
Keep moving!
[grunting]
(RUSSIAN ACCENT) Stay down.
They're all dead.
You'll be next.
Who are you?
This way.
Hold it right there.
I'm your only escape.
Let's go, Morgan.
This way.
Follow me.
We were expecting you.
Expecting us?
We weren't expecting us.
Do you know anything about who attacked us?
This is Camarillo's territory.
Camarillo?
Fernando Camarillo?
Yes.
Those were his soldiers.
Since when did coffee plantations need soldiers?
When coffee moved out and cocaine moved in, I bet.
Miss, um-- you DEA?
KGB.
Nostalgic, isn't it?
You are DEA?
No.
Just what is it you do here, Miss, um--
Soljev.
Myra Soljev.
Please, don't touch that.
You have an interesting hobby here, Myra.
Mind telling me a little bit about it?
I'm sure your hobbies are much more interesting, Mr., uh--
[chuckling]
My hobbies aren't that interesting,
to tell you the truth.
I'm just out here on a little scouting mission.
Enough of this dating game crap here.
That's, uh, Richard Fairchild, CIA.
I'm Morgan Shaughnessy, lieutenant colonel, retired,
single.
Now, what the hell is this place?
Russian surveillance, GRU military force.
I'm stationed here.
What's the purpose?
My purpose is of no business to you.
However, one of my responsibilities
is to keep an eye on your secret silo.
That's a welcome piece of irony.
[chuckling]
And since you're not here for Camarillo,
my second guess would have something
to do with that air crash yesterday, the American plane.
And, uh, perhaps the silo.
What is going on?
There's nothing to worry about.
The, uh, computer in the silo had a temper tantrum.
Simply put, we're locked out.
Don't blame me, blame him.
Yeah, that's right, I'm the overzealous prick
that designed it.
You two are quite the pair.
What about the missile?
Runs off a different computer.
It's safe.
She's not going anywhere.
We just need to reprogram the security system.
But we need a safe way.
It's still dangerous out there.
Come.
Come.
There is another way.
Doesn't look that bad.
Get past that laser [inaudible],, and you're home free.
You first.
It's not what you can see.
It's what you can't see that we're worried about.
I've seen it.
You got 15 10-millimeter double machine guns,
you got four surface-to-air missiles in those trees,
which are not really trees.
And below, you got an extra-hardened silo,
able to withstand anything but a direct nuclear blast.
And that's, uh, if you're going to escape
the laser beams surrounding the entire compound.
What about that river?
Ah, that's where you get creative.
It's 18 inches deep at its deepest point.
You've got, uh, 100 yards of landmines,
and it's, uh, human-sensitive so the little fishies
don't go boom boom.
You do nice work, Colonel.
Thank you.
I think I can deal with the beams.
Just remember, the ground is rigged.
You might be walking into a shit storm.
Not if you take the river, correct?
Well, like I said, the river might
get you past the two levels, but if you swim that third level--
Not swim.
Float.
Might work.
Then what?
Then-- then what, Colonel?
Well, I have to think of something safe and crafty
or you'll get us all killed.
I like the first part of that.
I need supplies.
I can build a raft tomorrow.
No. We need it now.
Of course, I assumed the target is in the east.
Yes, it is.
I'll get to work.
You think we can trust her?
No, Mr. Fairchild.
Don't trust anybody at all.
Trust is the weakest virtue.
[gun cocking]
Well, well, well.
Look at what we've got here.
Yeah, and she doesn't have a gun, now.
You are out of your league!
I think I know your friends.
Do you?
Are you sure nobody else made it out?
Yeah.
Yeah, Gumbo-- he, uh--
I've never seen nothing like that.
Those guys held them off as long as they could.
We got out of there.
Thompson and I came upon this river.
Colonel.
Yeah.
You're going to need this once you get inside.
That's Blanchard's access card.
Well, if we all make it out alive, this will come in handy.
Thanks. - You're welcome.
You sure this is going to work?
Of course it will work.
Hey, hey, wouldn't you like to be lying on a beach
somewhere on your back?
Full moon, nice lady?
[blowing air]
[chuckling]
That'd be cool.
Uncool, Morgan!
MORGAN: (WHISPERING) Shh.
Now, just relax.
Everything's going to be OK.
VINCE: Relax?
Relax?
[machinery clicking on]
[whirring]
What am I doing here, Morgan?
Helicopters, snakes, jungle?
[whirring]
[whirring]
MORGAN: Relax, Vince.
VINCE: You want me to relax?
MORGAN: We're going to pass under some laser beams,
and we're going to break some, but Myra's
going to redirect the beams so we don't become toast.
[whirring]
VINCE: I don't think I can do this.
Put your-- put your head down.
Put your head down!
Take it easy.
Relax.
[high-pitched whirring]
VINCE: Myra, we're coming up the run.
MYRA: (WHISPERING) Got it.
Be careful.
Here it comes.
She got it.
She got it.
MORGAN: That was just the beginning.
The next beam is a lot lower.
Take a deep breath.
VINCE: Good!
Good, Myra you got it.
You got it! Get on them, Myra!
Get on them!
Oh, shit.
MORGAN: Steady, now, Myra.
Steady.
VINCE: Are we OK?
We're OK.
[laughing weakly]
MORGAN: [sighing]
VINCE: She's doing it.
She's doing it!
She's doing it.
Good, Myra!
Whatever you're doing, do it.
Keep it up.
MYRA: Oh my god.
MORGAN: Here comes the last one.
Keep it steady, Myra.
VINCE: She's doing it.
Who invented these things, man?
Are we there?
Are we there?
Oh.
[laughing nervously]
Take it easy.
We've got another 50 feet to the mine.
VINCE: Mine-- mine?
Mines?
Yes, mines.
Mines?
Vincent, Vincent, Vincent!
Sky.
Sky, Vincent.
Sky.
VINCE: Mines.
MORGAN: Start paddling.
VINCE: Paddling?
Paddling.
Mines.
MORGAN: Be careful.
Don't touch those mines.
VINCE: [singing to himself]
VINCE: (SINGSONG) Paddle, paddle.
Paddle, paddle.
Paddle.
[whirring]
[grunting]
You must have got something large to go through all this.
[chuckling] Hey.
Hm?
Those mines you were talking about.
You were shitting me, right?
[clearing throat]
Right.
OK, Vince.
Now your turn to save our butts.
Does it hook up to the main computer?
Because we wouldn't even have to go in.
Eh, I wish it was that easy.
I can shut down the outer defenses so we can move
around a little more easily.
Eh?
OK.
Whoa, whoa, wait a minute.
What?
This card is 1969.
What?
At least, the computer says it's 1969.
This card was given to me by Blanchard,
and he wasn't around then.
And they took my card away a long time ago.
Right. 1969.
- Uh-huh. - CIA.
Yeah.
Cobalt base program, ain't it?
Right.
Check it out.
What are you doing?
I'm going to make you a new card.
[machine whirring]
Ah, it's only going to work for access.
The actual codes will have to be entered manually.
Uh-huh.
Hey, hook this up.
[beeping]
Now, this is a four-stage six-digit program.
Now, how long is it going to take
you to match those numbers?
This is the fastest computer in the world.
I built it.
Come on.
In seconds, how long?
40, 50?
For what?
Hold onto your hat.
What are you doing?
[machine whirring]
[beeping]
[guns firing]
VINCE: Oh!
I don't like this, Morgan!
No!
If we don't match those numbers in 10 seconds,
we're dead.
There's no escape.
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
OK, um, I can have a couple of programs
here, split the processor, double it up.
Uh-huh.
Shave it down to, uh, 20?
15 is the best I can go.
That's it.
Do it.
All right, here we go.
[whirring]
[beeping]
All right, you can do it.
You can do it.
Come on. 3 seconds.
Wait. Relax.
Come on!
Relax!
Come on!
It's coming!
Go!
[beeping]
[sighing in relief]
[beeping]
[buzzing]
[sighing]
Should have kept your mouth shut, Shaughnessy.
I've got a stack of magnetic cards, a few programs here.
One of them's gotta--
There's no use.
[sighing] I asked for tighter security, somebody listened.
During the missile launching sequence,
nobody goes in, only out.
After that missile is gone, somebody releases that button
from the inside, it won't open.
Morgan, what about the air shafts?
Nah, it's got its own security system.
The exhaust system.
Air has to leave the silo somehow.
Is that a possibility?
You don't have to do this, you know.
Yes, I do, so you can have access to the vent plug.
All right, listen to me.
You take this, you toss it in there.
Now, you be careful.
It's going to cause a large chemical reaction.
The fresh air's going to rush in there like a hurricane,
so you've got to hold on tight.
All right.
OK, here you go.
Here we go.
You go in first, then you.
I'll follow.
[heavy breathing]
[sparking]
OK!
Patient, Thompson!
[grunting]
There's the ventilator port now.
Come on, I got the blade.
Morgan, he's hung up.
I'm almost there!
[grunting]
[screaming]
[rope creaking]
[alarm sounding]
[grunting]
FAIRCHILD: Lift it up! Ease it up!
Come on, now. Up, just push it up!
The fan's ready to move!
Lift it up, quick! FAIRCHILD: Get it up!
VINCE: The computer's stuck! - Come on, lift it up!
Lift it up, lift it up!
Watch your head.
VINCE: What's going on?
FAIRCHILD: Look now!
That's it!
Vince, it's all right.
Vince, it's all right.
I got you, I got you.
Come on down.
Give me your hand.
[shouting]
Vincent, it's OK!
Get my arm, Blanch!
It's OK.
Now, don't panic.
Just reach and give me--
Did you see if they made it?
Thompson?
[gun cocking]
Not again.
FAIRCHILD: Relax, Vince! Relax!
Try to calm down!
Hold on! FAIRCHILD: Don't worry!
We got you, Vince! We got you!
No! No!
FAIRCHILD: Throw me your leg, Vince!
Reach! - No!
Don't let go!
FAIRCHILD: Put-- push your leg down!
It's OK, Vince.
Vince!
Just grab the computer, Vince!
VINCE: No, my head!
FAIRCHILD: Give me your hand!
Give me-- retrear--
VINCE: Oh my god!
FAIRCHILD: Get away, Vince! Now!
Give me your hands!
I got it!
[shouting]
MORGAN: All right! FAIRCHILD: I've got you.
It's OK.
It's OK, relax.
MORGAN: Give him the line, quick!
We gotta get-- FAIRCHILD: Oh, shit!
MORGAN: Let's go! Hurry up!
Let's go, let's complete this.
FAIRCHILD: Let's go.
How far to the control room?
A couple floors.
You ready to go to work?
Work?
This is all fun.
Fun.
Oh yeah, she's ready.
Almost as eater get out of here as you are, young blood.
I doubt that.
[chuckling]
Let's go.
Wow.
This stuff is ancient, man.
Look at it.
Hey, now's the time you want take some, uh, medication,
[inaudible].
Good, you know if a pharmacy around here?
You are?
Yeah.
Well, what-- what happens if you don't take that stuff?
Well, my doctor-- he says, uh, I
get mean-spirited and paranoid, but what
does that cocksucker know?
I think he's trying to kill me.
Morgan, how do we open the main door?
Hey.
Hey Thompson, we're in.
Where's Myra?
Come in.
I'm going to take a walk, see if I can find a pantry,
maybe get some aspirin or something.
Hey, try to avoid disaster, all right?
- Right. - You OK?
Yeah.
Yeah.
Why don't you just kill me?
Soon enough.
How long is it going to take to override the system?
It's not that simple.
The program I'm trying to gain access to--
looks like it self-destructed when the launch activated.
It-- it's gone.
I-- I gotta restructure some stuff here.
What's that mean?
It's simple.
I need time.
Can you access the target directives?
Hold on-- here's something.
What?
It might be possible to change the mapping.
Instead of typing in a specific location,
we might be able to send this bird into space.
Let's see it!
[chuckling]
I just gotta trick the map!
Hey, where you guys been?
I-- I'm being heroic here.
What the hell's going on here?
Adams, get a secure communications.
Jefferson, issue all survival gear.
Right.
The rest of the team will be arriving just about now, sir.
[music playing]
Please, continue.
New target.
68 degrees latitude, 42 degrees longitude.
Detonating at 32,000 feet.
Start typing, Sparky.
Where's Morgan?
Down the hall.
Find him and bring him back.
Yes, sir.
Let's do it.
No?
Change the target now.
[gun cocking]
What are you so calm for?
I'm just waiting for that split-second
opportunity to reach for your jugular
and tear it out of your throat.
Well, now.
That's the spirit.
You just broke into one of the most secure defense facilities
the United States owns.
Why in the hell can't you just change a few simple figures?
It-- it's really not that easy.
Is this your New Year's resolution?
Find the most dishonorable way to start a world war?
You just love sticking your nose in places where
it doesn't belong, don't you?
I got the targeting file.
I think I can crack it.
Fairchild, that was you I saw!
I saw a meeting with Camarillo a few nights back.
You set up that ambush.
I knew Washington would send in a team of men.
I only needed certain members of that team.
You killed your own soldiers.
[chuckling]
FAIRCHILD (OVER INTERCOM): The Russian patriot,
always overanxious to save her motherland.
Be careful, Marushka.
Your purpose may have ended when we got into this silo,
along with Morgan's.
The Pentagon takes great pleasure
in covering up its mistakes.
We just simply refuse to be swept under the rug.
Dammit!
Clear that pantry.
Everyone else comes with me.
FAIRCHILD (OVER INTERCOM): Now, computer boy,
get your nose in that screen and change those directives.
Morgan's gone.
And I'm sure he heard everything.
What are you talking about?
Everything.
Your entire conversation come out over the speaker system.
Clever.
Oh, yeah, very, very [pounding] clever!
Vince!
You just sit tight, sweetheart.
What about Morgan?
Morgan's sick.
He won't venture outside.
There's probably a hundred hiding places in here,
and he knows them all.
Start to tear this place apart!
Go!
OK, hot shot.
Let's make a deal.
I'm going to let you live.
You get to be the one that walks.
All you gotta do is change those numbers.
No.
I ain't changing a thing.
[chuckling]
This is classic.
You've pushed out of everything we've ever gone through,
and now [gun cocking] you want to play tough guy.
Yeah.
Go to hell.
Go to hell?
[shot firing]
No!
No!
She's expendable.
You, I need.
You've got two hours, kid.
Fernando, you and your coffin's
gotta be around here somewhere.
You're going to regret sparing my life.
Oh, you're very scary.
I'm going to have to sleep with the light on.
Who are you?
Who are you?
This is Fernando Camarillo.
Yeah, right, and my name is Zorro.
You get the real Fernando down here before I take this chair
and stick it somewhere where you might not like.
Morgan Shaugnessy.
Hey, Fernando.
I wish I'd known and brought my own handcuffs.
There aren't quite the right size.
Paco.
[non-english speech]
And hurry up.
You see, Morgan, I don't grow my coffee beans here anymore.
It was either sell the land or concede to change.
You should see my operation.
Heh, you'd be very proud.
Oh yeah, I saw it.
I was very impressed how your boys took out an entire Marine
team in seconds flat.
Only it was the casualties were equal on both sides.
Fernando, that silo down here is going to launch a missile.
The United States, you know, they, uh, screwed up
on-- with the computers.
A kind of a glitch that happened during
the millennium changeover.
Anyway, it promises to put a cocktail
in the sky the likes of which you've never
seen on the Discovery Channel.
Very nasty.
And time is ticking.
How embarrassing.
Embarrassing for us.
Inconvenient for you.
Tell me how so?
I was brought down here with another American, a man
by the name of, uh, Richard Fairchild.
Ring a bell?
Continue.
Well, during the convenience of your ambush,
he managed to take over the silo.
He's got some kind of master plan for the missile.
But that's not the best part.
The guys in Washington-- if they don't get an all clear
within less than two hours, they're
going to cork that silo.
And I mean the kind of cork that, uh,
wipes out small countries kind of like this one.
To prevent that, I've got to get back in that silo
and retake control.
Fernando, I remember you told me once, uh, I'd
hate to die like a steer in the slaughterhouse,
but rather like a bull in a bull ring.
You remember that?
I think about that a lot, man.
Maybe you should, too.
[music playing]
[non-english speech]
What can I do?
Moving in?
No sign of him yet, sir.
He's a tired old man, Thompson.
Don't worry about him.
What's that shit all about, eh?
Ah, do not fear.
I fired that emotion 10 years ago for insubordination.
Give the colonel a care package.
Supposed to be taking something for it, you know?
On the house.
Oh, no, I don't think so.
I-- I don't do drugs.
Ah, of course you do.
What kind of pills they got you on?
Uh, deprocaine, sort of like, uh, Ritalin.
This is sort of like deprocaine.
The only difference is they throw you in prison
for carrying it around.
Here.
Just this much, huh?
You wipe it on your teeth, wait about five minutes,
and voila, no more pain.
I promise.
Hey, I don't do this shit either.
But you gotta take something, Morgan.
You're suffering mild withdrawal, eh?
Uh, just a mild one.
Yeah, yeah.
Come on, enjoy.
Mm, yeah.
Enjoy.
Hey, what if I suffer, uh, withdrawal symptoms from this?
[cackling]
I love this guy. Come on, let's go.
Fernando, there's two guys on the perimeter.
So maybe you better watch out for them, OK?
Hey, please.
We do this about twice a month, huh?
Paco, clear us a path.
Not bad, eh?
Hm.
Found him at a carnival, being exploited.
[chuckling]
Always the humanitarian, eh?
Shit!
Hey, amigo.
Yeah?
You might need this, huh?
Hey, gracias.
OK, vamos.
OK.
[whirring]
[beeping]
What is that?
The system just doesn't take commands from anybody.
I have NORAD's directories on my hard drive.
If you want me to continue doing this, I have to use them.
Prove it.
Prove you've changed directives from a simulation.
[gun cocking] And no tricks.
Pay attention, Marushka.
You might learn something.
[beeping]
SEWARD: Washington, DC.
What the hell is this?
Who's targeting the capital?
General, there's a message here.
"No time to elaborate.
Fairchild has gone postal.
Has control of Silo.
Later, Vince."
SEWARD: Dammit.
We've got to get a strike team in there now.
[beeping]
Why?
Why kill millions of innocent people?
Only 150 US soldiers died in the Gulf War.
Since then, 16,000 more died exposed
to the same chemical planted in the nose of that missile.
And that's your justification for mass destruction?
I'm not using that missile as a tool of aggression.
I'm using it as a catalyst to bring about a spectacular feat
of medical genius.
In a matter of days, millions of people
will suffer the same, slow, fatal agony
that plagues me and these men.
So you'll infect Washington?
Hit them where it hurts, huh?
Maybe then their medical minds will start
to scramble to find a cure.
Nowadays, missiles are designed to eliminate both sides.
No one wins.
And what if they don't find a cure?
The inevitable, Marushka.
The inevitable.
Sir.
It's Morgan.
He's coming in.
Good.
Let him in.
Take care of these two, and I'll take care of Morgan.
You guys come with me. - Let's go.
You too, Ruskie.
PILOT 5: General Seward, this is strike team leader deploying
for missile silo TMF-12, confirming orders
to neutralize missile payload.
We'll stop that bird from flying, sir.
SEWARD: Carry on.
PILOT 5: Roger that, General.
Two of my team may still be alive.
There's a girl, she's Russian.
And a young boy-- he's easy to recognize.
We'll be careful.
Amigo, that missile has got to be your priority.
Morgan, [non-english speech]
Tu tambien, mi amigo.
Cuidado.
Washington.
Holy shit.
[beeping]
I'll be damned.
He got through.
Nice work, Vincent.
Ah!
Go!
Go, goddamnit!
Hey, no!
Morgan!
Mor-- Morgan! - What's up?
What's up?
If-- If we don't stop this launch, they-- they're going
to drop a nuke on us.
We've got to get in touch with NORAD.
Hold, hold-- where's Myra?
[coughing]
I've had enough of this shit!
Your ass is mine.
Great fight, bitch.
Thank you.
You listen to me.
Get back to the control room, and you
tell Seward, discontinue any further attacks.
I'm going to go disconnect that warhead,
and then me and you will get the hell out of here.
That sound good to you, huh?
Huh?
That sounds good.
All right, go.
I thought you'd be bigger.
Oh!
[groaning]
Come on, Seward, don't do this to us.
Don't do it.
MAN (OVER RADIO): It's confirmed, but little
visible damage.
Communication is believed to be down.
Computer link shows countdown not aborted.
Repeat, countdown not aborted.
USS Nimitz standing by, sir.
They request a two-minute window for launch.
Steady.
On my command.
[beeping]
[non-english speech]
[coughing]
[whirring]
Oh my god.
[non-english speech]
[loud beeping]
Come on.
[alarm beeping]
Fuck!
No.
No!
Well!
You missed my speech a little while ago, huh?
Yeah.
- I planned it that way. - Oh!
Yeah.
You should understand better than anyone, Morgan.
In any other line of work, your retirement
is spent in Palm Springs, relaxing
in a pool with a beer in one hand and a cigar in the other.
But no, what did they do to you instead, huh?
They throw you into that urine-soaked excuse
of a vet hospital!
And you know what you become?
What?
All you become is a burden on the taxpayers,
that's what you become.
- Oh, yeah, yeah. - Yeah.
And that's your reward.
And you know what my reward is?
What, what?
My men are dying.
And I'm dying, Morgan.
What's taking you so long?
[gun cocking]
[loud beeping]
Throwing out.
[non-english speech]
Camarillo.
Drug dealer working for US government?
Nice to see you. So we finally meet, huh?
We have about six minutes until this whole place goes up.
Now give me a hand.
Six minutes?
Seis minutos, Dios mio.
Come with me.
VINCE: You old piece of shit.
OK.
Open the goddamn door, Morgan.
That bird's going to fly to Washington,
and you ain't gonna stop it.
All right.
Here.
It's too late.
We gotta forget the kid.
The silo doors are closing.
We're all dead, Richard.
We're all dead.
Then open the goddamn doors!
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You-- you play the cards you're dealt, Richard.
Now, if you don't like the hand you're dealt, you drop out.
You don't pull a knife on your partners.
It's bad form.
You're going to fold, old man.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Now give me the card!
All right.
I'm going in my pocket to get the card.
Ready?
Here it is.
Come get it.
Get it.
[card dropping]
Oh.
- Pick it up. - Clever Morgan.
Come on and pick it up.
Clever little-- back up!
See you later, Morgan.
[beeping]
You got that right.
[beeping]
Should have stacked the deck.
TECH MAN: Launch window expires in two minutes, sir.
On my mark.
Standing by, sir.
Fire.
TECH MAN: She's away.
[beeping]
Run, Paco.
The missile doors are jammed, is going to explode!
Run!
Go!
Communications are back up, sir.
Sir, they've done it.
They have the warhead.
All right, abort missile.
I don't care how you do it.
Just blast it out of the sky.
Come on, come on!
Yes sir.
[heavy breathing]
PILOT 6: Reckon team Golden Eagle.
We have an urgent mission.
Renegade nuke in your sector.
We need to knock it down.
PILOT 7: Copy that.
PILOT 6: Advancing target coordinates now.
PILOT 7: On our way.
No.
[loud beeping] - No.
No!
[whirring]
What are you doing?
Please!
No!
No!
Paco!
Paco, [non-english speech]
Paco, Paco, aqui, aqui!
[non-english speech]
[yelling]
Vincent!
No, no, no.
Whoa.
Sorry, old friend.
But this is going with me.
Hey, look, I know you're an arrogant, backstabbing drug
lord these days, but don't take that too far.
[shot firing]
[non-english speech]
And this assures me that no DEA or any other enemy agent
is going to take that away.
Don't hold yourself responsible, Morgan.
It's just as much her fault. Although her methods may be
more clandestine than the American agents,
the mission is the same, to eliminate me.
And as my interests filter into Eastern Europe,
I have two bully nations after my head.
And like your military, I need wonder weapons
to deter such ammunition.
With this, all disagreements become non-negotiable,
the scales of intimidation eternally tipped in my favor.
To die like a bull in the bull ring.
You see that sand pit?
Many of my enemies lie at the bottom of it.
Paco, [non-english speech]
It saddens me, however, to have to add a friend.
I'm all choked up.
[horn honking]
[non-english speech]
They're coming!
Here I come!
Come on, Myra!
Let's get you out of here.
I can't!
[non-english speech]
You can't win, Morgan. You can't win!
Shit.
With both hands!
Pull up!
Hurry, Vince!
OK, relax.
Youb turn it and you're dead.
MYRA: Vince!
Hurry!
Go, go, go. Go!
Go!
Get out!
Go, Myra, go!
MYRA: Vince!
VINCE: OK, I'm coming!
I'm coming!
[yelling]
You all right?
You OK?
Yeah.
So what do we do now?
Show of hands, who wants to get out of this country
and get a drink?
[laughing]
So you going to tell me what deal Seward made with you
to go through all this now?
Hm?
Sure.
[swing music playing]
Thank you.
Myra.
[russian]
Cheers.
Hey, kid.
- Morgan! - Morgan.
Hey.
So, what do you think?
I love Las Vegas. It's great.
No, no.
I mean the casino.
I'm thinking of changing the carpets.
No.
Yes.
No!
Aw, dude.
Uh, excuse me, Mr. Shaughnessy, sir.
Ah, thank you.
Excuse us, and, uh, don't lose all your money, all right?
Have fun.
All right.
Wow.
So you've never been to Vegas.
No.
I don't see the thrill of losing money.
I know what you mean, I know what you mean.
Sometimes you just gotta take a chance.
[machine chiming]
Hey!
[laughing]
Jackpot!
Every time!
Thanks to this little toy.
[chuckling]
Sure is fun to win.
[laughing]
[chuckling]
[swing music playing]
Swing time.
Oh my, it's swing time in the air.
And everybody here is set for love and care.
'Cause now when it's swing time, the kind of time
that can release the power to make
peace and everyone at ease.
And even if sometimes it's hard to find the light at sea,
there must be someone who remembers
for eternity my love of swingtime,
a message full of love indeed!
As Lennon said, that's all--
as Lennon said, that's all we need.
[music playing]
[non-english speech]
[radio crackling]
MAN 1: Good evening, my friend.
What urgent business brings you here?
MAN 2: It has come to my attention
that clandestine forces are coming to your country
very soon, forces from my government.
MAN 1: This information begs me to question your motive, senor.
MAN 2: Question whatever you like.
They are the facts.
You and your interests will be destroyed.
MAN 1: Very well.
If the Americans want an end to their drug wars,
I'll give it to them.
But their attack will be nothing less
than a global embarrassment [inaudible]..
MAN 2: I understand your feelings.
That's why I thought it was important we talk.
MAN 1: Now, if you'll excuse me, my friend, I am late.
MAN 2: Cuidado, mi amigo.
[music playing]
[beeping]
This doesn't make sense.
I followed every procedure possible.
It's Not going away.
WOMAN (OVER HEADSET): I'm calling the general.
But it's a mistake!
I mean, it's in Columbia, for crying out loud.
We don't have silos down there.
[computer whirring]
The general's going to kill us if this is a false alarm.
[beeping]
Call the general.
Now.
Ma'am.
All set?
Keep an eye on it, buddy.
Yes, sir.
[musicians playing]
Well, this better work, Tranner, you hear me?
You hear me?
Look, I don't know why the DOD stuck me with you.
But I got a shit load of important people
here tonight, so I better not look like an idiot.
Yeah, we've all seen that before.
What?
I said, it's been a real chore,
but everything looks like it's, uh--
it's ready to go.
Good.
Hey, Sawyer.
How are you?
Chloe.
Vince.
You know, I'm not so sure I like the, uh, new you.
How can you tell me you're having half as much fun
with that idiot as we had, huh?
Jealous?
Such a predictable reaction from you.
I'm surprised to see you out celebrating tonight, Vincent.
Shouldn't you be hard at work, whacking your way
into some supercomputer?
It's called hacking, Chloe, but you knew that.
No, it seems, uh--
the inferior skills of today's programmers just, uh--
they've spoiled it for me.
Use the millennium as an excuse to evolve, Vince.
Juvenile prankster thing-- major turn-off.
Come on, let's go.
Here we go.
Here we go, ladies and gentlemen.
The moment we've all been waiting for.
The beginning of the new millennium, the first New
Year's Eve celebration aboard the International Space
Station.
And 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!
Happy New Year!
[cheering]
[party horns blowing]
Wow.
You're sweeter than sugar, baby.
Aw.
I wonder what else is on, baby?
[giggling from tv]
KEN (ON TV): Looking on.
You're the hottest.
[moaning from tv]
WOMAN (ON TV): I like it.
KEN (ON TV): You're sweeter than sugar, baby.
And Ken's been a bad boy.
Mm, you're sweeter than sugar, baby.
[laughing nervously]
Tranner, you're dead ass, whore.
[glass shattering]
Hey, it was a joke.
Sweeter than sugar?
I was kidding.
Grab him.
[engine starting]
[tires screeching]
[honking]
[car alarm sounding]
Ouch!
[laughing]
Shit!
Whoa!
Oh, god!
[laughing nervously]
Yeah!
Oh my god!
Let's not be stupid now.
[helicopter whirring]
Want to do this?
You don't have to balls for this.
That's-- my car!
[laughing]
You little prick!
We'll take him from here, sir.
She handles a little loose in the corner, man.
- Yeah-- - See ya!
[music playing]
GENERAL SEWARD: If this little shit show comes back
as one of your practical jokes, you'll
serve your full sentence in the worst hellhole I can find.
VINCE: Yes, sir.
[whirring]
[beeping]
Shit.
This thing showed up at 22:00 hours our time.
It's midnight in Columbia.
A silo triggered by the first minutes of the new year--
that sounds suspiciously like a Y2K malfunction,
wouldn't you say?
The only reason the Defense Department spared
you the prison cell is that you were supposed
to solve the Y2K problem.
Isn't that right, Vincent?
VINCE: Yes.
I don't know why everybody's pointing the finger.
At you?
[chuckling] Well, let me see.
How about, uh, I hack into purchasing and requisition
a chopper to take me and my slacker buddies
snowboarding for the weekend?
That was after some virgin powder.
Oh.
Or maybe I redirect a surveillance satellite
to broadcast a White Zombie concert
to the university auditorium.
It was a special live performance.
18 minutes, it sold out.
Look, I've had enough of your shit, Vincent, goddammit!
Now, just tell me that this is one of your stupid pranks,
and let's all get home to bed, instead
of me calling DC and having to wake up the commander-in-chief,
for Christ's sake.
It's not me.
It ain't.
General, it's agreeing to accept the stand-down code.
Thank god for that.
Find the proper code and shut it down right away.
Yes, we tried that, sir.
None of the current codes are working.
The computer assures us the codes are
known only to, uh, Coco Leo.
Coco what?
Who the hell is that?
[beeping]
[music playing]
From what I've seen in all the failsafes are blocked.
This thing has a real hard-on for that Coco Leo bits.
It's going to take me a few days to crack through this one.
It appears to be a talented class system like
the stratus silos of the '60s.
If it is a Y2K glitch, the calendar's
going to reset to when it was first programmed.
Although this computer is too smart to go
looking around in the 1900s.
You know what I think?
I think it's going to look from the first person it knew
to have the deactivation codes.
Here's the target now.
[beeping]
Moscow.
Well, we could have put money on that.
Get me the director of the CIA.
[music playing]
[chatter]
Excuse me, sir.
There's a General Seward on the line for you.
Yes, General.
I'm sorry to ruin the festivities, Director
Blanchard, but I was wondering whether you could
answer me a quick question.
Yeah, shoot.
Do you remember who in our government's
last administration held the code name Coco Leo?
You picked a rather awkward time for trivia, General.
What's going on?
Well, it's just that our screens here indicate that
in 32 hours' time, one of our nasty little redbirds
is going to launch itself from the Colombian jungles
and take out Moscow.
Unless, of course, it gets to chat with its old pal Coco Leo.
I was hoping that you or somebody that you know
could wake up Mr. Leo and tell him that he has a phone call.
Hello?
Are you there, sir?
Yes, I'm here.
Coco Leo, as I recall, was Richard Nixon.
Richard Nixon?
I see.
Whoops.
[piano playing]
Possible straight.
Jack's bet.
Jack's check.
Up to you, Harold.
Harold passes.
Jack's check.
Colonel?
Mm-hm?
You have some visitors here to see you, sir.
Oh, good.
We've got some new players.
Sit down.
It's a $20 buy-in, and we don't take credit.
Unless it's passed with my girlfriend over here.
Sit down.
Colonel, we have an urgent situation.
Look, we have no business together.
Let's just sit down and play poker.
Now sit.
Sit.
New players.
Where are you guys from?
Your presence is urgently requested at NORAD, sir.
NORAD, huh?
Sounds complicated.
We're ordered to track down the three designers of a very
particular defense silo.
Huh.
So you started at the top with me, huh?
Actually, you were last up, sir.
The others have passed on.
Passed on to make sense.
[chuckling]
Please, sir.
The details of this request are time-consuming, [inaudible]
extremely sensitive issue at this moment.
How's the coffee at NORAD these days?
Hot and non-stop, sir.
Mm.
In that case, what are we waiting for?
Crystal Palace, this is Zero Victory
Four, entering target area.
Roger that, Victory Four.
PILOT 2: Commencing photo recon of target.
Attempting lower altitude for close-up.
[whirring]
[machinery clicking on]
[computer whirring]
[alarm chirping]
[beeping]
[beeping]
PILOT 2: Something's pinging me!
I'm getting a reading here.
I've got a bogey on my tail!
I've got a--
PILOT 1: Man down.
Repeat, man down.
[computer whirring]
FAIRCHILD: General Seward?
Yeah.
Ah, Mr. Fairchild.
Nice to see you again.
And you.
Director Blanchard sends his regards.
In all due respect, sir, from this point on,
I'll be taking full command of this operation.
Good.
We've been waiting for you.
Please take the floor.
Listen up, everyone.
This is Richard Fairchild from the CIA.
The missile installation that we're dealing with
belongs to Central Intelligence, as does the warhead
and the missile inside.
A marine team has been ordered to meet at a specified
checkpoint in four hours.
My job is to cooperate with you to the fullest of my abilities
and to gather all the resources available to regain
control of our silo.
Any questions?
Yes.
What's preventing an air strike beyond its radar range?
That's not an option, General.
Next question.
Whoa, whoa.
Just wait a minute.
Just what kind of poison did you guys stuff
down the throat of this thing?
That's classified for the moment, General.
Carry on.
The only way to reach the silo's computer is by land.
We go in, convince the computer what year it is,
and then program the current deactivation codes.
Now, which one of you is our Y2K specialist?
I prefer "hack."
Could I get you a cup of coffee?
Oh, we have plenty.
Sit down.
Colonel Shaughnessy, perhaps you have
something constructive to add?
Well, first, let me start by saying, um--
and I'm sure Mr. Fairchild will back me up on this--
we are all a bunch of fucked bunnies.
That silo is impenetrable.
With reinforced steel and concrete 10 times bigger
than that of the White House, nobody's going to get in there.
This is a fully automated, multilayered self-defense
system.
The computer-- it predicts all offensive strategies.
So without the proper standdown codes,
it considers everyone the enemy.
Of course, uh, five years ago--
two days ago-- putting a relatively simple fix
with the help of Flash Gordon over there.
But, uh, without those codes, in launch mode,
anybody who's sent down there will be sacrificial lambs.
Of course, there is one solution--
the only solution.
A nuke.
Completely mess up all the poison inside of that missile.
Would end this thing in one clean sweep.
Now, I don't follow trends, but nuclear destruction
doesn't have the same appeal it had in my day.
With no god to obey or fear, it's completely on its own
with, obviously, destructive intentions.
[clearing throat]
Thank you, Colonel, for that inspired evaluation.
Colonel, your knowledge of the security system
will be invaluable.
Welcome aboard, sir, and I applaud your courage.
Good.
What?
Oh, look, now, I'm flattered by your invitation,
but there's no way I'm going to go back down there.
Not a chance.
I second that motion.
[laughing nervously]
I'll be outside.
See you shortly.
Everyone out.
Now!
Out.
You two, stay.
With all due respect, General, my responsibility
ended when they handed over those keys to that place.
Yeah, and my contract doesn't say--
Contract?
Whoa, wait a minute.
You two, just be quiet a minute.
In the first place, you don't have a contract, Vincent.
You have a sentence.
And until that computer's fixed, your balls
are in the firm grasp of Mr. Fairchild, you understand that?
Now, when you come back, assuming everything goes well,
as far as I'm concerned, you're a free man.
Fine.
Grab your gear.
Report to Fairchild, now.
You're the key to this whole thing.
I know you know that.
I'm sure you know exactly what kind of global mess
we'll have on our hands if that bird flies.
Oh, it will.
It can't, dammit.
It can't.
Look, now, I want you to get on the next available vehicle.
It's your duty as an American.
Oh, man.
Look, Colonel, I don't give in to threats, take ultimatums.
I don't accept bribes.
And more importantly, I don't make deals.
So tell me, what's it going to take to get you down there?
PILOT 3: Tiger 1, this is Tiger 2.
We are on target and on schedule.
ETA for insertion, 27 minutes.
PILOT 4: Roger that, Tiger.
So Morgan.
Yeah?
You stick it to him, or what?
It's kind of complicated.
Oh, come on.
I won't tell no one.
Tell you when we get back.
I'll hold you to that.
Thanks.
[scoffing]
[chuckling]
Funny.
[blowing like a pipe]
Hey, mind if I ask you a question?
What's a US missile silo doing in the Columbia mountain?
No, I don't mind.
Come on, Fairchild.
He's part of the team.
Tell him about the Mighty Few.
[chuckling]
Oh, god.
In 1969, CIA learned that there were
KGB agents sent to the United States
with pieces of nuclear warheads.
Once assembled, they could wipe us out from the inside.
So we decided to create the ultimate deterrence--
the Mighty Few.
12 silos, strategically placed in different parts
of the world.
Even if the United States was wiped out,
a day and a half later, the Soviet Union
would be annihilated.
So there's 12 of these silos?
This is the only one that malfunctioned?
How come?
I guess we'll find that out when we get there, won't we?
Whatever happened to diplomacy?
World peace?
The UN?
Well, it's kind of like a--
kind of like a global high-stakes poker game.
No shit.
No shit.
Well, the United States has got more aces up their sleeves
than anybody else.
The Mighty Few are only known to top CIA officials
like myself and the president.
The military has too many leaks.
The full effect of the silos only works when their existence
remains uncertain.
How big are these nukes?
They are nukes, right?
Not exactly.
[music playing]
[spraying]
You two want to use that stuff.
To the bugs down there, you're a walking big goal.
Stick you a needle, suck you dry.
Use the whole can if you want.
It's only mosquito repellent, Colonel.
Marines have a heightened concern
about malaria down here.
Here.
No, thank you.
Lived down here for 10 years.
I made a pact with the mosquitoes.
[grunting] They don't bother me, I don't bother them.
Well, it's your skin.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
Mm-hm.
PILOT 3: Tiger 2, we are at drop point.
Prepare for team insertion.
VINCE: Just hook this thing to my waist?
Yeah.
Remember, you control your descent with the rope, OK?
Yeah!
All right.
OK, Morgan, it's showtime.
Let's go, let's go, let's go! - All right.
On deck, ladies.
Hook them up.
Let's go!
Come on!
[rope whistling]
Let's do it.
Remember, you control the descent with the rope.
You got it? - Yeah!
OK.
VINCE: It's a long way down!
Yeah, it is. Go ahead.
OK!
[screaming]
[lurching]
[groaning]
Oh!
My leg!
My leg's stuck!
Let go your slack!
Oh OK!
[groaning]
Let go your slack!
Right!
Whoa!
Welcome to my world, geek.
Now move out.
OK, it's about a three-hour hike from here.
This is not a walk in a park, gentlemen.
This jungle is hostile, so stay alert.
Can I see the map?
Certainly, Colonel.
This doesn't seem to be the route I remember, you know?
It's been 20 years, Colonel.
I respect and I admire your knowledge about the silo,
but when it comes to these sticks,
I'd prefer if you let me make the decisions, sir.
I hope you understand.
You got it.
Thank you, sir.
All right, move out.
Let's move it!
All right, all right, let's move out.
All right, Louis, take the point.
Come on, ladies.
What is this?
It's called ve-ge-ta-tion.
It won't kill you.
Believe me, there's a hell of a lot worse out there.
Yeah, like what?
Like snakes the size of telephone poles.
Not to mention spiders that would carry your punk ass away.
Don't forget the killer bees.
Wouldn't have any spray for that, would you?
You just stay close to me, you'll be fine.
[kissing sound]
Nice.
Move it.
Oh, great.
Let me guess, you can't swim.
I can swim fine.
It's this little baby I'm worried about.
It gets wet, this mission's over.
Well, well, Data.
Not looking too smart now, are you?
Take this.
A Saigon whore couldn't get wet inside there.
Yeah, well, at least it'll stay dry if it falls in.
Trust me, it's not falling in.
Thompson.
Break out the harnesses.
OK, computer geek.
You're next!
Ah!
[shouting]
Oh my god!
What do I do?
[yelping]
Hey!
Guys!
Hey!
[rope creaking]
I don't want to fall!
FAIRCHILD: Just hang on, Vince.
OK!
FAIRCHILD: Hang on.
Help!
Help!
What do I do?
Huh?
FAIRCHILD: Don't look down, whatever you do.
OK! FAIRCHILD: Just hang on.
OK!
[moaning]
FAIRCHILD: Grab the computer.
Get me up!
FAIRCHILD: Another way.
Give me your hand. - Get me up!
- Give me your hand. - Please.
There you go.
[struggling]
Got it?
[yelping]
Give me your arm.
Come on, here you go. Here you go.
Up.
Got it?
All right, all right.
All right, pull up.
Pull up your feet on the line.
OK.
OK.
OK, there you are. There you go.
There you go.
There you go.
Come on, pull it up.
Pull it up.
Pull it, I hear you.
Get me off this thing.
Get it off.
You all right?
Yeah.
All right, enough fun for one day.
We're going to go over the hill, and then we'll take a break.
Now, let's move it.
Come on, Johnson. Come on.
You earned it.
Thanks.
[rope creaking]
Thompson, take care of the kid.
Yes, sir.
You OK, Colonel?
Yeah.
We're almost there.
All right, we're going to take five.
Give me two ops, one here, one there.
I'll be on perimeter!
I'll take the left flank, sir!
Might as well sit down and take a load off.
So that thing's pretty special, huh?
Very.
[music playing]
How'd you end up in the VA hospital, Colonel?
Well, the CIA thought I was a little overly
mature to be an engineer, so they
shipped me back to the army.
Serving under this 35-year-old milk breath of a colonel.
To make a long story short, we ended up in a shoving match.
His head hit the side of a desk, and I
ended up with a broken elbow and a concussion.
And they committed you for that?
Yeah.
I had a choice--
dishonorable discharge or one of those medical disability
discharges.
That came with no check.
Hey, I thought that was all in the file.
[sniffing]
Yeah, well, uh, every story has two sides, Colonel.
I just wanted to hear yours.
Well, well, well.
Now, I'm impressed.
[chuckling]
You like that?
Hey, what's the medical bracelet for?
That, my friend, is a souvenir from the Gulf.
You wounded in action?
Yeah.
Something like that.
Damn.
You guys, check this out.
- You like that, Gumbo? - Mm.
This is nothing.
You should see what's out there.
But look fast, gentlemen, because I'm running
out of battery time here.
Uh-uh.
See, I'm going to borrow that for a minute.
Have me a private moment.
[chuckling]
[shots firing]
[shouting]
Get down, get down, get down!
Damn that shit!
Damn that shit!
- Down! - Over there!
Over there! - That's it!
Where are they?
I can't see them!
Fall back.
Holy shit!
Let's get out of here!
Come on!
Go, go!
Let's go, let's go!
Ah!
Come on, Colonel, get up.
I'm only trying to protect you.
Let me go.
[shouting in distance]
[grunting]
[groaning]
[gasping]
Jump!
I don't think so, Sundance!
We'll die!
Yeah?
Well, I'm over it!
[screaming]
Move.
Move, Morgan, move!
Keep moving.
Come on, we gotta get out of this shit storm.
Keep moving, Morgan.
What about the men?
You're my only priority right now.
Keep moving!
[grunting]
(RUSSIAN ACCENT) Stay down.
They're all dead.
You'll be next.
Who are you?
This way.
Hold it right there.
I'm your only escape.
Let's go, Morgan.
This way.
Follow me.
We were expecting you.
Expecting us?
We weren't expecting us.
Do you know anything about who attacked us?
This is Camarillo's territory.
Camarillo?
Fernando Camarillo?
Yes.
Those were his soldiers.
Since when did coffee plantations need soldiers?
When coffee moved out and cocaine moved in, I bet.
Miss, um-- you DEA?
KGB.
Nostalgic, isn't it?
You are DEA?
No.
Just what is it you do here, Miss, um--
Soljev.
Myra Soljev.
Please, don't touch that.
You have an interesting hobby here, Myra.
Mind telling me a little bit about it?
I'm sure your hobbies are much more interesting, Mr., uh--
[chuckling]
My hobbies aren't that interesting,
to tell you the truth.
I'm just out here on a little scouting mission.
Enough of this dating game crap here.
That's, uh, Richard Fairchild, CIA.
I'm Morgan Shaughnessy, lieutenant colonel, retired,
single.
Now, what the hell is this place?
Russian surveillance, GRU military force.
I'm stationed here.
What's the purpose?
My purpose is of no business to you.
However, one of my responsibilities
is to keep an eye on your secret silo.
That's a welcome piece of irony.
[chuckling]
And since you're not here for Camarillo,
my second guess would have something
to do with that air crash yesterday, the American plane.
And, uh, perhaps the silo.
What is going on?
There's nothing to worry about.
The, uh, computer in the silo had a temper tantrum.
Simply put, we're locked out.
Don't blame me, blame him.
Yeah, that's right, I'm the overzealous prick
that designed it.
You two are quite the pair.
What about the missile?
Runs off a different computer.
It's safe.
She's not going anywhere.
We just need to reprogram the security system.
But we need a safe way.
It's still dangerous out there.
Come.
Come.
There is another way.
Doesn't look that bad.
Get past that laser [inaudible],, and you're home free.
You first.
It's not what you can see.
It's what you can't see that we're worried about.
I've seen it.
You got 15 10-millimeter double machine guns,
you got four surface-to-air missiles in those trees,
which are not really trees.
And below, you got an extra-hardened silo,
able to withstand anything but a direct nuclear blast.
And that's, uh, if you're going to escape
the laser beams surrounding the entire compound.
What about that river?
Ah, that's where you get creative.
It's 18 inches deep at its deepest point.
You've got, uh, 100 yards of landmines,
and it's, uh, human-sensitive so the little fishies
don't go boom boom.
You do nice work, Colonel.
Thank you.
I think I can deal with the beams.
Just remember, the ground is rigged.
You might be walking into a shit storm.
Not if you take the river, correct?
Well, like I said, the river might
get you past the two levels, but if you swim that third level--
Not swim.
Float.
Might work.
Then what?
Then-- then what, Colonel?
Well, I have to think of something safe and crafty
or you'll get us all killed.
I like the first part of that.
I need supplies.
I can build a raft tomorrow.
No. We need it now.
Of course, I assumed the target is in the east.
Yes, it is.
I'll get to work.
You think we can trust her?
No, Mr. Fairchild.
Don't trust anybody at all.
Trust is the weakest virtue.
[gun cocking]
Well, well, well.
Look at what we've got here.
Yeah, and she doesn't have a gun, now.
You are out of your league!
I think I know your friends.
Do you?
Are you sure nobody else made it out?
Yeah.
Yeah, Gumbo-- he, uh--
I've never seen nothing like that.
Those guys held them off as long as they could.
We got out of there.
Thompson and I came upon this river.
Colonel.
Yeah.
You're going to need this once you get inside.
That's Blanchard's access card.
Well, if we all make it out alive, this will come in handy.
Thanks. - You're welcome.
You sure this is going to work?
Of course it will work.
Hey, hey, wouldn't you like to be lying on a beach
somewhere on your back?
Full moon, nice lady?
[blowing air]
[chuckling]
That'd be cool.
Uncool, Morgan!
MORGAN: (WHISPERING) Shh.
Now, just relax.
Everything's going to be OK.
VINCE: Relax?
Relax?
[machinery clicking on]
[whirring]
What am I doing here, Morgan?
Helicopters, snakes, jungle?
[whirring]
[whirring]
MORGAN: Relax, Vince.
VINCE: You want me to relax?
MORGAN: We're going to pass under some laser beams,
and we're going to break some, but Myra's
going to redirect the beams so we don't become toast.
[whirring]
VINCE: I don't think I can do this.
Put your-- put your head down.
Put your head down!
Take it easy.
Relax.
[high-pitched whirring]
VINCE: Myra, we're coming up the run.
MYRA: (WHISPERING) Got it.
Be careful.
Here it comes.
She got it.
She got it.
MORGAN: That was just the beginning.
The next beam is a lot lower.
Take a deep breath.
VINCE: Good!
Good, Myra you got it.
You got it! Get on them, Myra!
Get on them!
Oh, shit.
MORGAN: Steady, now, Myra.
Steady.
VINCE: Are we OK?
We're OK.
[laughing weakly]
MORGAN: [sighing]
VINCE: She's doing it.
She's doing it!
She's doing it.
Good, Myra!
Whatever you're doing, do it.
Keep it up.
MYRA: Oh my god.
MORGAN: Here comes the last one.
Keep it steady, Myra.
VINCE: She's doing it.
Who invented these things, man?
Are we there?
Are we there?
Oh.
[laughing nervously]
Take it easy.
We've got another 50 feet to the mine.
VINCE: Mine-- mine?
Mines?
Yes, mines.
Mines?
Vincent, Vincent, Vincent!
Sky.
Sky, Vincent.
Sky.
VINCE: Mines.
MORGAN: Start paddling.
VINCE: Paddling?
Paddling.
Mines.
MORGAN: Be careful.
Don't touch those mines.
VINCE: [singing to himself]
VINCE: (SINGSONG) Paddle, paddle.
Paddle, paddle.
Paddle.
[whirring]
[grunting]
You must have got something large to go through all this.
[chuckling] Hey.
Hm?
Those mines you were talking about.
You were shitting me, right?
[clearing throat]
Right.
OK, Vince.
Now your turn to save our butts.
Does it hook up to the main computer?
Because we wouldn't even have to go in.
Eh, I wish it was that easy.
I can shut down the outer defenses so we can move
around a little more easily.
Eh?
OK.
Whoa, whoa, wait a minute.
What?
This card is 1969.
What?
At least, the computer says it's 1969.
This card was given to me by Blanchard,
and he wasn't around then.
And they took my card away a long time ago.
Right. 1969.
- Uh-huh. - CIA.
Yeah.
Cobalt base program, ain't it?
Right.
Check it out.
What are you doing?
I'm going to make you a new card.
[machine whirring]
Ah, it's only going to work for access.
The actual codes will have to be entered manually.
Uh-huh.
Hey, hook this up.
[beeping]
Now, this is a four-stage six-digit program.
Now, how long is it going to take
you to match those numbers?
This is the fastest computer in the world.
I built it.
Come on.
In seconds, how long?
40, 50?
For what?
Hold onto your hat.
What are you doing?
[machine whirring]
[beeping]
[guns firing]
VINCE: Oh!
I don't like this, Morgan!
No!
If we don't match those numbers in 10 seconds,
we're dead.
There's no escape.
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
OK, um, I can have a couple of programs
here, split the processor, double it up.
Uh-huh.
Shave it down to, uh, 20?
15 is the best I can go.
That's it.
Do it.
All right, here we go.
[whirring]
[beeping]
All right, you can do it.
You can do it.
Come on. 3 seconds.
Wait. Relax.
Come on!
Relax!
Come on!
It's coming!
Go!
[beeping]
[sighing in relief]
[beeping]
[buzzing]
[sighing]
Should have kept your mouth shut, Shaughnessy.
I've got a stack of magnetic cards, a few programs here.
One of them's gotta--
There's no use.
[sighing] I asked for tighter security, somebody listened.
During the missile launching sequence,
nobody goes in, only out.
After that missile is gone, somebody releases that button
from the inside, it won't open.
Morgan, what about the air shafts?
Nah, it's got its own security system.
The exhaust system.
Air has to leave the silo somehow.
Is that a possibility?
You don't have to do this, you know.
Yes, I do, so you can have access to the vent plug.
All right, listen to me.
You take this, you toss it in there.
Now, you be careful.
It's going to cause a large chemical reaction.
The fresh air's going to rush in there like a hurricane,
so you've got to hold on tight.
All right.
OK, here you go.
Here we go.
You go in first, then you.
I'll follow.
[heavy breathing]
[sparking]
OK!
Patient, Thompson!
[grunting]
There's the ventilator port now.
Come on, I got the blade.
Morgan, he's hung up.
I'm almost there!
[grunting]
[screaming]
[rope creaking]
[alarm sounding]
[grunting]
FAIRCHILD: Lift it up! Ease it up!
Come on, now. Up, just push it up!
The fan's ready to move!
Lift it up, quick! FAIRCHILD: Get it up!
VINCE: The computer's stuck! - Come on, lift it up!
Lift it up, lift it up!
Watch your head.
VINCE: What's going on?
FAIRCHILD: Look now!
That's it!
Vince, it's all right.
Vince, it's all right.
I got you, I got you.
Come on down.
Give me your hand.
[shouting]
Vincent, it's OK!
Get my arm, Blanch!
It's OK.
Now, don't panic.
Just reach and give me--
Did you see if they made it?
Thompson?
[gun cocking]
Not again.
FAIRCHILD: Relax, Vince! Relax!
Try to calm down!
Hold on! FAIRCHILD: Don't worry!
We got you, Vince! We got you!
No! No!
FAIRCHILD: Throw me your leg, Vince!
Reach! - No!
Don't let go!
FAIRCHILD: Put-- push your leg down!
It's OK, Vince.
Vince!
Just grab the computer, Vince!
VINCE: No, my head!
FAIRCHILD: Give me your hand!
Give me-- retrear--
VINCE: Oh my god!
FAIRCHILD: Get away, Vince! Now!
Give me your hands!
I got it!
[shouting]
MORGAN: All right! FAIRCHILD: I've got you.
It's OK.
It's OK, relax.
MORGAN: Give him the line, quick!
We gotta get-- FAIRCHILD: Oh, shit!
MORGAN: Let's go! Hurry up!
Let's go, let's complete this.
FAIRCHILD: Let's go.
How far to the control room?
A couple floors.
You ready to go to work?
Work?
This is all fun.
Fun.
Oh yeah, she's ready.
Almost as eater get out of here as you are, young blood.
I doubt that.
[chuckling]
Let's go.
Wow.
This stuff is ancient, man.
Look at it.
Hey, now's the time you want take some, uh, medication,
[inaudible].
Good, you know if a pharmacy around here?
You are?
Yeah.
Well, what-- what happens if you don't take that stuff?
Well, my doctor-- he says, uh, I
get mean-spirited and paranoid, but what
does that cocksucker know?
I think he's trying to kill me.
Morgan, how do we open the main door?
Hey.
Hey Thompson, we're in.
Where's Myra?
Come in.
I'm going to take a walk, see if I can find a pantry,
maybe get some aspirin or something.
Hey, try to avoid disaster, all right?
- Right. - You OK?
Yeah.
Yeah.
Why don't you just kill me?
Soon enough.
How long is it going to take to override the system?
It's not that simple.
The program I'm trying to gain access to--
looks like it self-destructed when the launch activated.
It-- it's gone.
I-- I gotta restructure some stuff here.
What's that mean?
It's simple.
I need time.
Can you access the target directives?
Hold on-- here's something.
What?
It might be possible to change the mapping.
Instead of typing in a specific location,
we might be able to send this bird into space.
Let's see it!
[chuckling]
I just gotta trick the map!
Hey, where you guys been?
I-- I'm being heroic here.
What the hell's going on here?
Adams, get a secure communications.
Jefferson, issue all survival gear.
Right.
The rest of the team will be arriving just about now, sir.
[music playing]
Please, continue.
New target.
68 degrees latitude, 42 degrees longitude.
Detonating at 32,000 feet.
Start typing, Sparky.
Where's Morgan?
Down the hall.
Find him and bring him back.
Yes, sir.
Let's do it.
No?
Change the target now.
[gun cocking]
What are you so calm for?
I'm just waiting for that split-second
opportunity to reach for your jugular
and tear it out of your throat.
Well, now.
That's the spirit.
You just broke into one of the most secure defense facilities
the United States owns.
Why in the hell can't you just change a few simple figures?
It-- it's really not that easy.
Is this your New Year's resolution?
Find the most dishonorable way to start a world war?
You just love sticking your nose in places where
it doesn't belong, don't you?
I got the targeting file.
I think I can crack it.
Fairchild, that was you I saw!
I saw a meeting with Camarillo a few nights back.
You set up that ambush.
I knew Washington would send in a team of men.
I only needed certain members of that team.
You killed your own soldiers.
[chuckling]
FAIRCHILD (OVER INTERCOM): The Russian patriot,
always overanxious to save her motherland.
Be careful, Marushka.
Your purpose may have ended when we got into this silo,
along with Morgan's.
The Pentagon takes great pleasure
in covering up its mistakes.
We just simply refuse to be swept under the rug.
Dammit!
Clear that pantry.
Everyone else comes with me.
FAIRCHILD (OVER INTERCOM): Now, computer boy,
get your nose in that screen and change those directives.
Morgan's gone.
And I'm sure he heard everything.
What are you talking about?
Everything.
Your entire conversation come out over the speaker system.
Clever.
Oh, yeah, very, very [pounding] clever!
Vince!
You just sit tight, sweetheart.
What about Morgan?
Morgan's sick.
He won't venture outside.
There's probably a hundred hiding places in here,
and he knows them all.
Start to tear this place apart!
Go!
OK, hot shot.
Let's make a deal.
I'm going to let you live.
You get to be the one that walks.
All you gotta do is change those numbers.
No.
I ain't changing a thing.
[chuckling]
This is classic.
You've pushed out of everything we've ever gone through,
and now [gun cocking] you want to play tough guy.
Yeah.
Go to hell.
Go to hell?
[shot firing]
No!
No!
She's expendable.
You, I need.
You've got two hours, kid.
Fernando, you and your coffin's
gotta be around here somewhere.
You're going to regret sparing my life.
Oh, you're very scary.
I'm going to have to sleep with the light on.
Who are you?
Who are you?
This is Fernando Camarillo.
Yeah, right, and my name is Zorro.
You get the real Fernando down here before I take this chair
and stick it somewhere where you might not like.
Morgan Shaugnessy.
Hey, Fernando.
I wish I'd known and brought my own handcuffs.
There aren't quite the right size.
Paco.
[non-english speech]
And hurry up.
You see, Morgan, I don't grow my coffee beans here anymore.
It was either sell the land or concede to change.
You should see my operation.
Heh, you'd be very proud.
Oh yeah, I saw it.
I was very impressed how your boys took out an entire Marine
team in seconds flat.
Only it was the casualties were equal on both sides.
Fernando, that silo down here is going to launch a missile.
The United States, you know, they, uh, screwed up
on-- with the computers.
A kind of a glitch that happened during
the millennium changeover.
Anyway, it promises to put a cocktail
in the sky the likes of which you've never
seen on the Discovery Channel.
Very nasty.
And time is ticking.
How embarrassing.
Embarrassing for us.
Inconvenient for you.
Tell me how so?
I was brought down here with another American, a man
by the name of, uh, Richard Fairchild.
Ring a bell?
Continue.
Well, during the convenience of your ambush,
he managed to take over the silo.
He's got some kind of master plan for the missile.
But that's not the best part.
The guys in Washington-- if they don't get an all clear
within less than two hours, they're
going to cork that silo.
And I mean the kind of cork that, uh,
wipes out small countries kind of like this one.
To prevent that, I've got to get back in that silo
and retake control.
Fernando, I remember you told me once, uh, I'd
hate to die like a steer in the slaughterhouse,
but rather like a bull in a bull ring.
You remember that?
I think about that a lot, man.
Maybe you should, too.
[music playing]
[non-english speech]
What can I do?
Moving in?
No sign of him yet, sir.
He's a tired old man, Thompson.
Don't worry about him.
What's that shit all about, eh?
Ah, do not fear.
I fired that emotion 10 years ago for insubordination.
Give the colonel a care package.
Supposed to be taking something for it, you know?
On the house.
Oh, no, I don't think so.
I-- I don't do drugs.
Ah, of course you do.
What kind of pills they got you on?
Uh, deprocaine, sort of like, uh, Ritalin.
This is sort of like deprocaine.
The only difference is they throw you in prison
for carrying it around.
Here.
Just this much, huh?
You wipe it on your teeth, wait about five minutes,
and voila, no more pain.
I promise.
Hey, I don't do this shit either.
But you gotta take something, Morgan.
You're suffering mild withdrawal, eh?
Uh, just a mild one.
Yeah, yeah.
Come on, enjoy.
Mm, yeah.
Enjoy.
Hey, what if I suffer, uh, withdrawal symptoms from this?
[cackling]
I love this guy. Come on, let's go.
Fernando, there's two guys on the perimeter.
So maybe you better watch out for them, OK?
Hey, please.
We do this about twice a month, huh?
Paco, clear us a path.
Not bad, eh?
Hm.
Found him at a carnival, being exploited.
[chuckling]
Always the humanitarian, eh?
Shit!
Hey, amigo.
Yeah?
You might need this, huh?
Hey, gracias.
OK, vamos.
OK.
[whirring]
[beeping]
What is that?
The system just doesn't take commands from anybody.
I have NORAD's directories on my hard drive.
If you want me to continue doing this, I have to use them.
Prove it.
Prove you've changed directives from a simulation.
[gun cocking] And no tricks.
Pay attention, Marushka.
You might learn something.
[beeping]
SEWARD: Washington, DC.
What the hell is this?
Who's targeting the capital?
General, there's a message here.
"No time to elaborate.
Fairchild has gone postal.
Has control of Silo.
Later, Vince."
SEWARD: Dammit.
We've got to get a strike team in there now.
[beeping]
Why?
Why kill millions of innocent people?
Only 150 US soldiers died in the Gulf War.
Since then, 16,000 more died exposed
to the same chemical planted in the nose of that missile.
And that's your justification for mass destruction?
I'm not using that missile as a tool of aggression.
I'm using it as a catalyst to bring about a spectacular feat
of medical genius.
In a matter of days, millions of people
will suffer the same, slow, fatal agony
that plagues me and these men.
So you'll infect Washington?
Hit them where it hurts, huh?
Maybe then their medical minds will start
to scramble to find a cure.
Nowadays, missiles are designed to eliminate both sides.
No one wins.
And what if they don't find a cure?
The inevitable, Marushka.
The inevitable.
Sir.
It's Morgan.
He's coming in.
Good.
Let him in.
Take care of these two, and I'll take care of Morgan.
You guys come with me. - Let's go.
You too, Ruskie.
PILOT 5: General Seward, this is strike team leader deploying
for missile silo TMF-12, confirming orders
to neutralize missile payload.
We'll stop that bird from flying, sir.
SEWARD: Carry on.
PILOT 5: Roger that, General.
Two of my team may still be alive.
There's a girl, she's Russian.
And a young boy-- he's easy to recognize.
We'll be careful.
Amigo, that missile has got to be your priority.
Morgan, [non-english speech]
Tu tambien, mi amigo.
Cuidado.
Washington.
Holy shit.
[beeping]
I'll be damned.
He got through.
Nice work, Vincent.
Ah!
Go!
Go, goddamnit!
Hey, no!
Morgan!
Mor-- Morgan! - What's up?
What's up?
If-- If we don't stop this launch, they-- they're going
to drop a nuke on us.
We've got to get in touch with NORAD.
Hold, hold-- where's Myra?
[coughing]
I've had enough of this shit!
Your ass is mine.
Great fight, bitch.
Thank you.
You listen to me.
Get back to the control room, and you
tell Seward, discontinue any further attacks.
I'm going to go disconnect that warhead,
and then me and you will get the hell out of here.
That sound good to you, huh?
Huh?
That sounds good.
All right, go.
I thought you'd be bigger.
Oh!
[groaning]
Come on, Seward, don't do this to us.
Don't do it.
MAN (OVER RADIO): It's confirmed, but little
visible damage.
Communication is believed to be down.
Computer link shows countdown not aborted.
Repeat, countdown not aborted.
USS Nimitz standing by, sir.
They request a two-minute window for launch.
Steady.
On my command.
[beeping]
[non-english speech]
[coughing]
[whirring]
Oh my god.
[non-english speech]
[loud beeping]
Come on.
[alarm beeping]
Fuck!
No.
No!
Well!
You missed my speech a little while ago, huh?
Yeah.
- I planned it that way. - Oh!
Yeah.
You should understand better than anyone, Morgan.
In any other line of work, your retirement
is spent in Palm Springs, relaxing
in a pool with a beer in one hand and a cigar in the other.
But no, what did they do to you instead, huh?
They throw you into that urine-soaked excuse
of a vet hospital!
And you know what you become?
What?
All you become is a burden on the taxpayers,
that's what you become.
- Oh, yeah, yeah. - Yeah.
And that's your reward.
And you know what my reward is?
What, what?
My men are dying.
And I'm dying, Morgan.
What's taking you so long?
[gun cocking]
[loud beeping]
Throwing out.
[non-english speech]
Camarillo.
Drug dealer working for US government?
Nice to see you. So we finally meet, huh?
We have about six minutes until this whole place goes up.
Now give me a hand.
Six minutes?
Seis minutos, Dios mio.
Come with me.
VINCE: You old piece of shit.
OK.
Open the goddamn door, Morgan.
That bird's going to fly to Washington,
and you ain't gonna stop it.
All right.
Here.
It's too late.
We gotta forget the kid.
The silo doors are closing.
We're all dead, Richard.
We're all dead.
Then open the goddamn doors!
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You-- you play the cards you're dealt, Richard.
Now, if you don't like the hand you're dealt, you drop out.
You don't pull a knife on your partners.
It's bad form.
You're going to fold, old man.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Now give me the card!
All right.
I'm going in my pocket to get the card.
Ready?
Here it is.
Come get it.
Get it.
[card dropping]
Oh.
- Pick it up. - Clever Morgan.
Come on and pick it up.
Clever little-- back up!
See you later, Morgan.
[beeping]
You got that right.
[beeping]
Should have stacked the deck.
TECH MAN: Launch window expires in two minutes, sir.
On my mark.
Standing by, sir.
Fire.
TECH MAN: She's away.
[beeping]
Run, Paco.
The missile doors are jammed, is going to explode!
Run!
Go!
Communications are back up, sir.
Sir, they've done it.
They have the warhead.
All right, abort missile.
I don't care how you do it.
Just blast it out of the sky.
Come on, come on!
Yes sir.
[heavy breathing]
PILOT 6: Reckon team Golden Eagle.
We have an urgent mission.
Renegade nuke in your sector.
We need to knock it down.
PILOT 7: Copy that.
PILOT 6: Advancing target coordinates now.
PILOT 7: On our way.
No.
[loud beeping] - No.
No!
[whirring]
What are you doing?
Please!
No!
No!
Paco!
Paco, [non-english speech]
Paco, Paco, aqui, aqui!
[non-english speech]
[yelling]
Vincent!
No, no, no.
Whoa.
Sorry, old friend.
But this is going with me.
Hey, look, I know you're an arrogant, backstabbing drug
lord these days, but don't take that too far.
[shot firing]
[non-english speech]
And this assures me that no DEA or any other enemy agent
is going to take that away.
Don't hold yourself responsible, Morgan.
It's just as much her fault. Although her methods may be
more clandestine than the American agents,
the mission is the same, to eliminate me.
And as my interests filter into Eastern Europe,
I have two bully nations after my head.
And like your military, I need wonder weapons
to deter such ammunition.
With this, all disagreements become non-negotiable,
the scales of intimidation eternally tipped in my favor.
To die like a bull in the bull ring.
You see that sand pit?
Many of my enemies lie at the bottom of it.
Paco, [non-english speech]
It saddens me, however, to have to add a friend.
I'm all choked up.
[horn honking]
[non-english speech]
They're coming!
Here I come!
Come on, Myra!
Let's get you out of here.
I can't!
[non-english speech]
You can't win, Morgan. You can't win!
Shit.
With both hands!
Pull up!
Hurry, Vince!
OK, relax.
Youb turn it and you're dead.
MYRA: Vince!
Hurry!
Go, go, go. Go!
Go!
Get out!
Go, Myra, go!
MYRA: Vince!
VINCE: OK, I'm coming!
I'm coming!
[yelling]
You all right?
You OK?
Yeah.
So what do we do now?
Show of hands, who wants to get out of this country
and get a drink?
[laughing]
So you going to tell me what deal Seward made with you
to go through all this now?
Hm?
Sure.
[swing music playing]
Thank you.
Myra.
[russian]
Cheers.
Hey, kid.
- Morgan! - Morgan.
Hey.
So, what do you think?
I love Las Vegas. It's great.
No, no.
I mean the casino.
I'm thinking of changing the carpets.
No.
Yes.
No!
Aw, dude.
Uh, excuse me, Mr. Shaughnessy, sir.
Ah, thank you.
Excuse us, and, uh, don't lose all your money, all right?
Have fun.
All right.
Wow.
So you've never been to Vegas.
No.
I don't see the thrill of losing money.
I know what you mean, I know what you mean.
Sometimes you just gotta take a chance.
[machine chiming]
Hey!
[laughing]
Jackpot!
Every time!
Thanks to this little toy.
[chuckling]
Sure is fun to win.
[laughing]
[chuckling]
[swing music playing]
Swing time.
Oh my, it's swing time in the air.
And everybody here is set for love and care.
'Cause now when it's swing time, the kind of time
that can release the power to make
peace and everyone at ease.
And even if sometimes it's hard to find the light at sea,
there must be someone who remembers
for eternity my love of swingtime,
a message full of love indeed!
As Lennon said, that's all--
as Lennon said, that's all we need.
[music playing]