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Happy Birthday America.

This is Michigan's
Classic Rock Station.

Rock Station K92 FM.

This is Billy Hoss-

In stereo-

- It's a midnight run.

We go in through the rear

of the warehouse
on the north side.

Grab the stingers and ordinance

before anyone knows
we were there.

- Sounds too easy.

- That's 'cause it is.

- Security?

- There's one guard
on shift, armed.

Six security cameras
covering inside and out.

- Sounds like a 40 year
stretch if we're lucky.

- How are we supposed
to get in undetected?

- We don't.

There's no way to
cut the camera feed.

We take out the guard
and we go in heavy.

By the time the security company

realize the guard hasn't
checked in, we'll be gone.

No trace.

- How do we know
what's in there?

- This warehouse usually stores

any irrigation equipment and
tractor parts, farm shit,

but the week before Christmas,

the Redstone Army Base in Halton

is gonna be transferring
a ton of military hardware

and storing it at
this warehouse.

- Pretty unusual for military

to be using civilian
warehousing.

How do you know that?

- Because I've
been working my ass

to the bone in there
for three years.

I've been eating shit for
breakfast, lunch, and dinner

and I have the manifest.

Stingers, M16s, light machine
guns, rocket launchers.

It's gonna be a goddamn
Christmas miracle.

- Frank, we're gonna need a van.

Something big enough
to haul everything

and we're gonna need weapons.

Small arms, short
barrel type stuff.

Things go south and
we get boxed in,

we might have to
shoot our way out.

- Consider it done.

Where's the money coming from?

- Wes Chapman set it up.

- Chappy, I haven't heard
that name since the war.

How much is he in for?

- Nothing. He's dead.

Shot himself two months ago.

Couldn't shake the bug.

- He was a good man.

Good Marine.

- I guess Chappy figured it was
easier to use his side iron.

- Before he checked out,

Chappy put me in touch
with an Arab named Amir.

He was looking for particulars.

- We're doing business
with terrorists?

- Well, I last I checked it
was still a free country.

- Go on.

- Once we
leave the warehouse,

we head west to an
abandoned construction site

just outside of Northfield.

The Arabs will be there at 1600.

- What's the cut?

- 2.2 million.

500 grand each.

Our getaway's 100,000.

It's 25 grand up front.

Bennett Meyers is
flying us there.

We move into St.
Andrew's air base.

From there, the
C-130 takes us south

across the border into Panama.

Any more questions?

Let's get to work.

Seven miles, east river.

- This is private property.

You can't be here.

Move this piece of shit now

or I'll have someone
move it for you.

You hard of hearing, asshole?

Jesus Christ.

Skip, we got a couple of-

- Hey Miller,
suck on this.

Adios, amigo.

Let's move! Five minutes.

Let's go.

- 417.

- Stingers are down there.

All the way to the end, B13.

Got 'em.

Let's move!

- Hey, I'm coming around.
- Come on, come on, come on.

Bring it in straight.

- Okay, that's the call.

Security company's
been notified.

Three minutes for that
call to come into county.

Six minutes for
them to get here.

That gives us eight minutes
to get the fuck outta here.

Hurry up, let's go. Let's go.

Get us outta here.

- The
National Weather Service

has issued a winter
storm warning tonight

across the Lone Star State.

Freezing rain from Texas to
Ohio is draining power grids

all the way from Texas
into the Midwest.

Snow covered roads,
low visibility.

We're looking at
heavy snow again

stretching all the
way from Texas.

- You hear that?
- Into Missouri today.

Anywhere from three
to six inches of snow-

- Huh?

- Due
to pour in Oklahoma City,

six to 10 in Kansas City,

and we're looking out one
to two in Amarillo, Texas.

- You must've heard that.
- Then for tomorrow,

this big system moved slowly
and that's the problem.

Heavy rain from
Birmingham, New York City,

power outages and
very difficult travel.

Ice counts up to half
an inch and heavy snow.

- The flight leaves 0600.

Once we offload the
stingers, we'll be home free.

Make no mistake,

we're now viewed as traitors
by our own government.

The Army, FBI, National
Guard, State Police,

they'll all be ordered
to surgically remove us

leaving no trace we even served.

They trained us to kill,

sent us off to do
their dirty work

with no compensation.

In a few short hours,

consider yourselves all
permanently retired.

- He's gonna fuck this up.

You just keep him away from
the Arabs when they get here.

Fucking Army guys.

- Marines.

- Whatever, what's
the difference?

- You're about to find out

if you don't keep
your mouth shut.

- What happened?

How many?

- Chuck!

- I dumped a full mag in it.

Didn't even slow it down.

- What do you mean it?

- What happened?

What happened? What happened?

- Hell, if
I know what I saw.

What I saw doesn't
make any sense.

- And where the fuck
are the stingers?

- You're not listening to me.

There were no stingers.

Just it.

- Nothing.

- Whatever Chuck was shooting
at couldn't have got far.

- Doesn't seem like he
even wanted to hit him.

Shooting from that close.

How could you miss?

- Sergeant, what was it?

- A machine.

A goddamn machine.

- A machine?

What are you talking
about? A robot?

You expect us to believe that?

Whoever broke in is halfway
to the state line by now.

What are we gonna
tell the Arabs?

Whoa.

- You lying bastard.

If there were no
stingers in that crate,

then what the hell was it?

- Everything you asked
for was on that manifest.

- You've been working at that
warehouse for three years.

- I'll say it again.

The base commander
moved everything

to that warehouse two weeks ago.

- Something tells me

you're running a side
deal here, Morley.

- I don't know any Arabs.

I wouldn't even know
how to set up a buy.

That's why I partnered
with you military guys.

You guys are the
trained experts.

- No one else knew
where the exchange was.

- Something broke out, not in.

- That's what I've been
trying to tell you.

- Defense Intelligence Agency.

Goddamn spooks.

- Once you get to the end
of this road, turn right!

Right there, right there.

Turn!

- If things go
south, put 'em down.

Put 'em all down.

- Merry Christmas.

- Is that my money?

- Not yet.

Two million.

- Courtesy of Uncle Sam, M16A1.

Fires a 5.56 NATO cartridge.

We got 20 rounders and thirties.

Or my personal
favorite, the M60E3.

762 by 51 and this little honey

spits out 600 rounds per minute.

Hot damn.

- What about the stingers?

- We're a few stingers short.

- How many?

- All of 'em.

- We had a deal for stingers.

- The Americans don't
have the stingers.

No.

Three, yes.

What do you want me to do?

- M72 LAWS rocket launcher.

You can still take
down a jet liner

with one of these babies.

No guidance system,

but you get close
enough and, uh, bam.

- I didn't drive halfway

to this state to get
rocket launchers.

- Go.

Go.

- We'll take
200,000 off the top.

Plus the 200 you put down.

And how old are you?

We'll throw in some hand
grenades. Free of charge.

- Fuck you.

- I don't know how it works
in your country, amigo,

but here in the
good old US of A,

gaining access to a level
two government run warehouse

is no walk in the park.

- This is supposed to be loaded

in a cargo ship tomorrow night.

What kind of operation
are you running?

- There's
enough hardware here

for you to start
your own goddamn war.

- The deal is off.

- It's a setup!

- No!

- You should have
taken the deal.

- Fucking bastard.

- He's headed east towards
the creek, right towards you.

- Stop right...

- Ah!

Ah!

- How many men are we
dealing with here, Sergeant?

- Some kind of
straight edge weapon.

Caught him straight
through his ribcage.

- Feds will be crawling
all over this place soon.

Dump the crates outta
the back of the van.

We move, five minutes.

- Before.

We can't leave this here.

We have to get rid of
it or we're fucked.

- We're already fucked.
There's no time.

Besides, we're $2
million richer.

We'll take the van east to 195.

Interstate all the way
to St. Andrew's Air Base.

Let's move.

Adios, amigo.

Let's move.

- Weapons
package is disabled.

Okay, weapons package enabled.

Time to detonation 10 hours.

- What the fuck is going on?

That's great.

- We can't
just leave this here.

- No choice.

Let's see who's home.

- 35 shows back in A1.

Registered, roger.

- 31 to West Branch.

Come in. Over.

- Repeat.

- 31 to West Branch.

Come in. Over.

This is Deputy Will Robertson.

Is there anyone that can hear
me on this channel? Over.

- I'll advise you.

- Move to 1032.

- Jesus.

- You got my
money? Got my money?

Got my money?

- We proposed a peace agreement

to end the fighting for good.

The Kosovar leaders signed
that agreement last week.

Even though it does not
give them all they want.

- Move an inch and
I'll blow you in half.

- Jesus.

Take it easy, old man.

I'm just passing through.

- The Bible may
forgive trespassers,

but I sure as hell don't.

Don't even think
about it, sonny.

I may look slow, but you
reach for that piece,

I'll blow you right
back out that door.

- I don't want any trouble.

- Well, you got trouble now.

- Drop it.

I said drop it.

- Not a chance.

You know how much
this thing costs?

- This guy's
armed to the teeth.

- What are you gonna do?

Kill me?

You gonna kill a cripple?

You ever heard of a small
island in the Pacific?

Some gook put me in this
chair for serving my country.

And this is how I'm gonna die?

- No one's killing anybody.

We just need a ride outta here.

Where's the keys to
the Ford Outback?

- Doesn't work.

Took the engine out
of it last summer.

- You alone?

- Of course I'm alone.

You see anybody else?

It's Christmas Eve
for Christ's sake.

- You got any other weapons
we should know about?

- There's some
dynamite in the garage.

- Dynamite?

- Listen, pops.

Hell is coming this way

and unless you
start being useful,

you're gonna become unuseful.

- Keep quiet and out of our way

and you might live through this.

- Something's not right.

Whatever killed that man

is still out there

and it's coming after us.

We need to move out now.

- Placed
numerous inspectors.

- Good evening-

- Maybe he's right.

- Police and the FBI.
- Turn it up.

- Investigating a robbery

where a security guard
was fatally shot.

Authorities are looking
for this man, Stan Morley.

Morley, a longtime
employee of the warehouse

is wanted on a
nationwide warrant.

Police have not yet identified

Morley's three
other accomplices.

Police are urging the public,

if you see this man, call them.

We'll have more on this
developing story coming up.

In other news now-

- Friend of yours?

- It's the fucking cops.

- Not a word or you die first.

Get ready.

- Okay, 35.

- Jesus.

- Police officer.

- I'm seeing it, but
I ain't believing it.

- No, don't shoot it.

It doesn't know we're in here.

- That's not possible.

How the hell did that
thing find us so fast?

- I told you, but
you wouldn't listen.

No one would.

We need to board
this place up now.

Windows, doors, and I mean now.

- Get that gun outta my face.

- That thing gets in here,

we're all dead.

- Frank, you gotta
come see this.

- Analyzing.

14 volts. Not compatible.

Error. Starting reset.

System shutdown.

- It's just standing there.

We need to consider
the possibility

that we might be here a while.

- Bennett, offer him Morley's
cut to come and get us out.

- I tried him. No signal.

- Try again.

- Forget it.

We split Morley's
share three ways.

- Can't spend the
money if you're dead.

- Where are you going?

- I'll get it done any way.

- Dynamite.

I'm coming with you.

- No, stay here.

Keep your eye on it.

Let me know if that thing moves.

- Who are you
guys? Bank robbers?

- We're patriots.

- You're fools.

It's only a matter of time
before they get in here

and rip you neck to nuts.

In the jungle,

we could smell 'em coming.

You ain't gonna get Boyd
Lee Simpson without a fight.

Not this time.

- We don't know
what that thing is.

- Can I have my gun back?

- I'll say it again.

Firefly, this is Red Rover.

We need a taxi outta here.

Over.

Firefly to Red Rover.

Come in, goddamn it.

- 15 degrees.
- 412. Copy.

Lima foxtrot one.

We are squat 1033.

Departure radio
contact. 600 miles.

- Firefly to Rover.

Mayday. Mayday.

Come in. Over.

I repeat. This is Firefly.

- This is Red Rover.

Your message is broken. Over.

- Bennett, this is Mosley.

We got a situation
here. A bad one.

Need immediate extraction. Over.

- Negative Firefly.

I've got new orders.

Original LZ at 0600.

- We're in serious-

We're as good as-

- Did you get any of that?

- Something about
as good as dead.

- Fuck!

- Ahead.

- Chuck, come in.

What's happening?

Goddamn it!

- Frank.

- Frank, Reardon's AWOL.

So is that thing.

- You need to get
outta there right now.

- It might be in the building.

Get out of there, Frank.

- Shoot it!

Shoot it!

Danger. Danger.

Warning. Warning.

Hydraulics are low.

- What are we gonna do?

What are we gonna do?

- How the hell should I know?

This wasn't part of
the goddamn plan.

- Well, we gotta do something

otherwise there won't
be anybody left.

What the hell does that
thing want with us?

Where were you, Reardon?

You were supposed to
keep an eye on it.

- I followed it around back.

The snow picked up

and I lost it by the
electrical transformer.

- We'll never make it to base.

Time for plan B.

We got plenty of cash.

- No one's going anywhere.

- I don't remember
anybody putting you in charge.

- I told you we need
to fortify this place.

Bullets don't work.

- Hydraulic
fluid levels restored.

Okay, I'm hitting playback.

- The M60E3.

This little honey spits
out 600 rounds per minute.

Bullets do work.

- Look, we drive south and
head to the Mexican border.

- We just made the
11 o'clock news.

Every bus station, airport,

and border crossing is
gonna be crawling with cops.

Nearest highway is a three
hour walk in all directions.

In this weather,
we'll never make it.

We stick to the original plan.

Ride out this storm
for a few more hours.

Head east to the highway.

Chuck?

Sorry.

- For what?

- I didn't believe you.

None of us did.

- Who would?

The Army created a monster.

Now we have to deal with it.

I'm gonna find it.

Keep an eye on it.

Target located.

Lock in.

- We can drive this
thing out of here

if we can find the keys for it.

Same goes for the
Ford in the back.

- That cripple said they
were both out of commission.

- Oh, forget him.

I don't trust a word he says.

- Frank!
- Go ahead.

- He got the money.

He's heading around
the building.

Get out of the fucking truck!

Turn the engine off!

- Ah!

Ah, my leg's busted.

Target located.

Adios, amigo.

- It's a bomb.

- Jesus, Chuck.

- A walking fucking bomb
can tear a man's heart out

before its next beat.

We're never getting
out of its grip.

- Take it easy.

We're getting outta here.

- Step back. Put your
guns on the floor.

- Not a chance.

- Take one more step

and we'll find out if
you're one of them.

- The money's in the truck.

All we have to do is get it.

We can buy our way
out of the country.

- Goddamn it, Reardon.

We're on the same team and
that thing is still out there.

- Maybe it's
already in here.

- Drop the gun, Chuck.

That's an order.

- You can take your orders
and shove 'em up your ass.

You're dead.

Might as well accept it.

It's coming.

- We're gonna have
to put him down.

He's compromised
the whole operation.

- This operation's
already compromised.

- Chuck, where are you?

Chuck, come in.

Where's the money?

Chuck, answer me, goddamn it.

You better get in here.

Garage.

- You found him?

- Oh, I found him, all right.

The son of a bitch has
locked himself in a tool room

and he has the dynamite.

- Fuck!

- We gave our lives
to the military.

We should have never
turned our backs on them.

You can't fight the military.

They're the strongest
group of fighters

the world has ever seen.

Look what they made.

How do you fight that?

- We're soldiers.
We follow orders.

Open the door.

- Not a chance.

You're one of them.

I noticed earlier.

You move like it.

You talk like it.

Who sent you?

- No one sent us.

Now open the fucking door.

You can stay in there
all night for all I care.

We just want the
dynamite and the money.

- Money?

- We're unarmed.

Come on out and we
can talk about this.

- Talk is over.

I've heard enough.

Pretty soon they'll be
sending these things

all over the place to do
the government's dirty work.

You call yourselves soldiers.

You're traitors.

I'm a Marine.

No one is taking Sergeant
Chuck Reardon alive.

We're all going to die tonight.

But not before I
make this right.

That's where the problem began.

Right there.

- Chuck, don't do it!

- And this is where
the problem ends.

That money signed
our death warrant.

- That's not gonna
solve anything.

Chuck, don't do it.

- Move!

- Firefly to Red Rover.

I repeat. This is Firefly.

Come in. Over.

Trans on squawk 1-0 niner.

Firefly to Red Rover.

- You're wasting your time.

- Our best chance to
get out died with that van.

Now we have no chance.

- In Iraq, the enemy
surrounded us everywhere.

Hundreds of them.

Remember that?

We're Marines.

We can handle anything.

- You
call yourself soldiers.

You're traitors.

You're traitors.

- It may be made out of
titanium or some hard composite.

There's no way it
could withstand three
pounds of dynamite.

We just got to find
a way to trap it

and then get the hell out of
the perimeter of the explosion.

I don't know if I'm gonna do it,

but I'm gonna fight
my way outta here.

- This better work.

We're almost out of ammo.

- Error.

Not compatible.

- The men on that videotape
were four-star generals.

Could have been made offshore.

Intelligence agency.

The CIA were running

all kinds of black ops
missions in Vietnam.

Maybe they just wanted to
even the playing field.

- You're saying the
Vietnamese made that thing?

- Not likely.

North Korea, China.

- Yeah, well, if
it's made in China,

maybe it'll break
down on its own.

This thing was
shelved for a reason.

It's not indestructible.

We can kill it.

- Frank, how much longer?

- First two are set.

Coming back for more.

- Frank, come in.

Power restored to 25%.

- Oh Jesus.

- What are you?

- Soldier.

- Channel four.

- You're traitors.

- Danger.

- Open the door.

- Engaging enemy.

Power is at 3%.

Blast radius one mile.

Target.

Danger.

Danger. Danger.

Warning. Power is at 3%.

- Come on, you son of a bitch.

Keep coming.

That's it.

Come on, you motherfucker.

T-minus 30 seconds.

- You motherfucker.

Adios, amigo.

Yes!

- Stop right there!

Drop the bag! Now!

We've been looking for you.

Who is he?

- Passport says John Carson.

Ran through the system.

No prior arrests.

- Keep looking. No
one's that clean.

Your crime spree
just ended, son.

How did you think you were
gonna get away with this?

Huh?

- Maybe they didn't
think that far ahead.

- The Feds seem real
anxious to talk to you.

Called about 15 minutes ago.

They're sending somebody
down to pick you up.

- Lieutenant William Mosley.

2nd Marine Division '81 to '96.

Retired.

- See, that wasn't
so tough, was it?

- You're in way
over your head, cop.

Whatever's out
there killed my men.

Butchered 'em like spring lambs.

And the people that
made that thing

are on their way here
now to cover it up.

- Ha!

Boy, you got some
kind of imagination.

- 24 hours ago, I
was just like you.

Too stupid to see
what's going on.

Open this door and
let me outta here.

Keep the money, disappear.

Just let me go.

- Like hell.

You're gonna pay
for what you did

and when you do,

I'll be right there
to see it happen.

- We're all gonna
pay for what I did.

You and your men too, if you
don't get 'em outta here.

- You can play the
tough, strong guy

as long as you want
and not tell us.

But believe me,
you are finished.

- Firefly, this is Red Rover.

Come in.

- I want roadblocks
on the 115 and Green Lane.

There may be some of
'em still out there.

I want this county locked down.

No cars in or out.

- I would've made it.

- Oakland
County Sheriff's Office.

- Sheriff, you gotta see this.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Sheriff, you
ever see anything like this?

There's still pieces of
it all over everywhere.

Sheriff, this is
something, isn't it?

- No, no, no. Don't touch it.

Get it outta here.

- Sit down.

- Oh, no, no. Don't.

Don't touch it. Don't touch it.

- I said sit down.

- Get it outta here!

- Target locked.

- It's a fucking bomb!

- Target locked.

- Goddamn it!

No!

We have breaking news

of a massive
explosion in Michigan.

People are being
evacuated as fire crews

continue to battle this fire.

- Police and fire
officials are now saying

that a 1,500 pound car bomb

ripped through the Oakland
County Police Department

early this morning.

- FBI
and state authorities

are now calling this
a terror attack.

- At least 50 people are dead

and that number is
expected to rise.

Authorities have identified
51-year-old William Mosley

as the bomber who was
also killed in the blast.

Mosley was a former
Marine with ties

to a militant group
out of Lexington.

Mosley's accomplices
have been identified

as Frank Baxter
and Chuck Reardon.

Authorities remain confident

that this was an
isolated terror attack.

They believe Mosley
and his army buddies

picked the police building as
their target for the bombing

because of a long time grudge
against the government.

A grudge that delivered
bloodshed not seen on US soil

since the Oklahoma City bombing.

Take a good look.

This is what a real
monster looks like.

- General, we land
in 30 minutes.