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(man mumbling)

- Really, there?

Fasten your seatbelt honey.

We're about to land.

- Normally I unfasten belts.

- Good, good.

(laughing)

You see?

I can still get it in.

Nice and quiet.

(mumbling)

- Looks real private.

- Oh you bet it is.

Honey, this is my castle.

The dwelling place of Sergeant Allan McCoid.

Honey, what'd you say your name was?

- Maria.

It's real nice here.

It doesn't look like a barracks.

- No, it doesn't.

It doesn't look like a barracks, but you're supposed

to salute the flag pole.

- I love flag poles.

What are we waiting for?

Why don't you make yourself comfortable.

- Good idea.

Good, oh.

- Just a second while I slip out of these clothes.

- Let's show him.

- What's wrong?

Aren't you tired?

- No, I couldn't sleep.

- I'm worried, Tony.

Ever since you left Delta Force, you changed.

- I made a choice.

- You weren't made to sit behind a desk.

- I love you and I wanna be with you always.

- So you are, but I want you to be like you were before.

- What's the matter?

- Nothing, just a little pain.

- Come on.

- Look, I'm gonna go get the doctor.

- No, it's okay.

It's gone now.

The doctor said it was normal for me to have these pains.

Believe me.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, I'm sure.

I'm fine, really.

- Okay.

Look, I can't sleep anyway and I could use some fresh air

so would you like me to out and get you something

like ice cream and anchovies?

- What about pickle and cheesecake?

- Really?

Pickles and cheesecake?

- Yeah, pickles and cheesecake.

- Okay, I'll be right back.

- All right.

- Tony!

Tony!

- Stay there.

Get down.

No.

- Hello, base.

This is Captain Beck.

There's some trouble at the south entrance.

- [Man] Identification please.

- I already told you, Captain Beck.

- [Man] What's the problem.

- Nevermind sweetheart.

There's no longer a south entrance.

- Follow that truck.

- Why?

- Follow that truck and shut up.

(gun shots firing)

- I hope you're shooting at the goddamn tires.

- Tires, I wanna kill them, not scare them.

- Give me that rocket launcher.

- Now, jump!

- Hey you.

Talking to you pal.

You just wrecked my goddamn car.

- Who are you?

Who sent you?

Talk damn it.

Bastard, you hear me?

You bastard.

Goddammit do you hear me?

- He can't, he's dying.

- Mind your own fucking business.

This is something personal.

- Yeah, well that's fine with me pal.

Except those freaks were stealing a nuclear device.

- I don't give a shit.

They just killed my wife.

- Who the hell's breaking our balls

at this time of the night?

- A red emergency.

Something's happened.

- Ask for confirmation.

- That's what I'm doing.

What is this, a third world war?

- Oh Jesus.

(phone ringing)

- Colonel Keitel here.

Why?

Cancel all leave, all liberty.

Everyone standby ready to leave, on the road in 30 minutes.

I'll be back in 15.

- The terrorists who last night attacked a NATO base

and stole a nuclear weapon seemed to have vanished

into thin air.

Some sources say they are hiding in a country

in Central America.

As first step in dealing with this problem,

a special squad has been alerted, Delta Force.

We are here with Mr. Newman, the man in charge

of tackling this crisis.

Mr. Newman, what do you plan on doing

if the terrorists threaten to use that bomb?

- Everything's under control.

No one's in danger.

- Motherfucker.

- Excuse me, Colonel.

May I have a word with you please?

- Who are you?

- I'm from BBC television.

- Who gave you permission to come aboard the ship?

- Well excuse me, I just asked.

I'm a reporter.

- Colonel Keitel.

- And who are you?

- My name's Newman and I represent the government.

- Did you authorize a BBC television crew

to come aboard this ship?

- Mhmm.

My credentials.

Colonel, I know that you Delta Force people

don't like publicity, but stealing that peanut

was a bad blow.

We must consider public opinion.

- If the state department was really interested

in public opinion, you would let me do my thing.

- That's why you're here.

Come, I wanna show you something.

This is why we have nothing to worry about.

- Would you try to be a little bit more precise, Newman.

Exactly what are you trying to tell me?

- See this equipment?

It's the best there is in the world.

Thanks to it, we can track down

just about anything, anywhere.

- You know, that may work on public opinion,

but it's not working on me.

Now exactly where are they?

- On the border of Nicaragua.

- [Col. Keitel] And who are they?

- We don't know exactly.

- Exactly what do you know then?

- Thanks to this equipment, we'll soon find them.

- And then what?

- Then you Colonel, will get them with the Delta Force

at the right moment.

- And when will that be?

- Whenever I decide.

There are things you don't know and shouldn't know.

Trust me.

- Trust you?

- And remember, I am in close contact with Washington.

- I'll keep that in mind.

- Do that.

- So Turner, that's it.

We know they're on the border of Nicaragua,

but we've been put on hold.

- On hold for what?

For it to blow up under our asses?

- I don't know.

I don't understand.

Newman's from the state department,

but he's got a directive issued by the department

of the feds giving him complete authority

over this whole operation.

My hands are tied, Turner.

- Well I don't give a shit about authority

and I don't give a shit about Newman.

They killed my family, Colonel.

And I find them for my wife, the baby I never saw.

I'll find them.

- Two Smith and Wessons, four M12 mini guns,

and an Uzi, a hot shot mossberg, an M18, a gaelic 556,

grenade tuners, plastic, bomb splash bangs, and ammunition.

What do you need all this stuff for Lieutenant?

- Ask the general, he signed the order.

- I've never actually met the general.

I don't even know what he looks like.

So you see, that's where the problem is.

I wouldn't even know a signature if I saw it.

- Why don't you call him?

- The general?

- Mhmm.

- At this hour?

Come on, you crazy?

I don't need my ass chewed out.

You think I'm gonna make trouble?

- I wouldn't say so.

- Ready for take off.

- Hey buddy.

- Awe shit.

You again?

You got something against me?

- Nothing personal, friend.

How are you with the fuel?

- Fuel?

This ain't no taxi, pal.

You want a ride, take a bus.

- I'm gonna count to three, then I'm gonna

blow your brains out.

One.

- Awe shit.

Man, what do you want for my life?

This plane ain't even ours.

- Two.

- All right, all right calm down.

Aye look you already kidnapped me once.

You could at least be polite about it.

- Please start this fucker and and let's go.

- Shit.

- What the hell is going on with the Captain?

- Control tower to black eagle.

Control tower to black eagle.

Come in, please.

- Get me the command.

Looks like an emergency.

- [Man] Control tower to black eagle come in, please.

- I don't know where the hell he's heading.

- [Man] Control tower to black eagle come in, please.

- What do we do now?

- I want you to shut up and try and obade the radar.

- Control tower to black eagle come in, please.

- He just took off without any authorization

or flight plan.

- Calling black eagle, acknowledge.

- Colonel, you think Turner has taken the plane

to find the terrorists?

- You bet.

- This Beck, Admiral, what kind of pilot is he?

- You wanna know if he can make it down there?

- Right.

- Captain Samuel Beck is one of the best pilots

I've ever known.

79 war missions in Vietnam.

4,000 hours of flying.

Two decorations.

If there's one son of bitch that can pull it off,

he's the one.

- Shit.

Where are they now?

- They're flying over the Caribbean sea.

They'll soon reach their objective.

- We must stop them.

- You fly any lower, we're gonna need roller skates

instead of wings.

- What's the matter, you afraid?

Hard cruise at this altitude, but the radar can't see us.

- Are you sure about that?

- You wanna get to this place?

No problem.

I know what I'm doing.

- Where are they?

- We lost them.

We can't see them on the radar anymore

and the jet fighters are coming back.

- Christ, where have they got to?

- They should be in enemy air space by now.

- The Guatemala centers signals high radio activity

between the strategic command of the enemy defense

and the bases for interceptors.

- If you changed your mind, now is the time to say it.

- I never change my mind.

- Yeah, why don't you tell that bullshit

to those two fighters on our ass.

- Shit.

Hey, what the hell are you doing?

- Getting those two off our ass.

Bingo.

- [Turner] Don't get too excited, there's still another one.

- Not for long, he's hauling ass.

He's too chicken shit to fight it out.

Hey pal, that dog fight cost us a lot of fuel.

We only got a few more minutes left.

Grab your carryon.

This plane's about to terminate.

- No se mueva.

(gun shots firing)

(chatting in foreign language)

- My name is Captain Samuel Beck.

1557085, I'm an American pilot.

I want to speak to the American ambassador.

(laughing)

My name is Captain Beck.

1557085.

(grunting)

(dog barking)

- And where is this madman who commandeered the airplane?

- I told you before, he exploded with the airplane.

- You are lying.

- What is your mission?

Speak, speak up.

- My name is Captain Samuel Beck.

1557085.

- You are one of those that supply the contrast.

Don't be foolish.

Tell me your mission here and I promise you

I'll be lenient.

- Really?

- You have my word.

- Okay, my mission was easy.

I came here to tell you to kiss my black ass.

- You'll pay for that too, Yankee.

But I get the truth out of you first.

What was your mission?

- Fuck off.

(gun shots firing)

- Shit.

Shit.

I should have known it was you.

- Think you can walk or can you only fly?

- What else you want for my life?

- Come on, I'll tell you later.

Come on.

(coughing)

(gun shots firing)

- Hold it, hold it, hold it.

Wait, wait, wait shit.

I feel like I'm gonna throw up.

What the fuck was in that grenade?

- A puke grenade, asshole.

- Look out.

(gun shots firing)

- Keep down, dammit.

- Why?

You starting to care about me?

- Don't want you to feel completely out of it.

- I wouldn't want back here before I do.

- Well don't tell me you're pissed off at me.

- Don't I get a gun.

- Don't ask stupid questions, just shoot.

Grab my bag, let's get the hell out of here.

- Out, come on.

- Whenever it's convenient for you, you can stop

this goddamn bus because I'm gonna kick your ass.

- Oh yeah, why?

- Why?

You destroyed my car.

You kidnapped me.

Bring me to shithole to have my balls.

You almost kill me, you ask me why?

- Hey don't forget I just saved your life.

- Well, we all make mistakes pal.

- What the hell I stopping for?

I didn't mean now.

Let's get away from this place--

- Shut up.

- Shut up?

Okay, pal.

You wanna get it on now, it's okay with me.

- Will you shut the fuck up, please.

- Now what?

- A helicopter's coming.

- A helicopter?

Shit.

Hope it's one of ours, but I doubt it.

- Would you relax.

Your pissing and moaning doesn't help things any.

- Think he left.

- Bad call, pal.

It's coming back.

- So what do we do now, asshole?

- I like to wait till the last second

before I make my decisions.

- No shit.

- Fuck, we're into some shit now.

- Let a pro take over now.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

- What's so funny?

- Must be my lucky day.

- What are you complaining about?

You're still alive, aren't you?

- No thanks to you, pal.

- With all the pilots around, I had to pick you.

- The best, the very best.

- Good cock shot.

Any academy cadet could of got us here.

Now if you wanna show me how bad you are,

take me to that bastard that killed my wife.

- Where do you think we're going?

(speaking in foreign language)

- New York Times, listen carefully.

We don't have a lot.

They're setting off a bomb in the city limits

without any forewarning.

The revolution against imperialism without any forewarning.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Without any forewarning, the revolution

against imperialism.

It's always the same text for every phone call.

They wanna prove that they're serious.

- They're bluffing.

- Bluffing?

What the hell do you mean, Colonel?

- Exactly what I said, Newman.

They're bluffing.

- Do you still think that Turner is alive

and will recover that bomb?

- I'm not in the thinking business.

I'm in the military business and I want to know

why you're keeping 50 of my best men locked up.

What are you up to, Newman?

- I don't have to answer you, Colonel?

I only remind you that you must follow my orders.

- You should know that the only thing

that is keeping you alive is the fact

that I retire in three weeks.

- If you last that long.

- I think they're mad at us.

- I believe you're right.

- Excuse me, Admiral.

I have a message for you.

- Go ahead, we all have security clearance.

- The enemy air command on the mainland

has just ordered one of their own helicopters

to be shot down.

Thank you.

- Do you think it's them?

- Well, what do you think?

- [Newman] It's impossible.

- I disagree.

- Where are you going, Colonel?

Colonel, I will not permit you to leave this ship.

- Watch me, pal.

- Admiral, please stop him.

- I wouldn't get into this if I were you, Tom.

There are a couple of careers on the line at this point.

- Admiral, I gave you an order.

- What would you do if you were in my shoes, Admiral?

What would you do if one of your men was out there?

Would you abandon him?

- Stop it, Keitel.

Why the hell didn't you tell him, Newman?

- Tell me what?

What's going on here?

What's going on here?

- I received orders from the red wind

that we must proceed to the third part of the plan.

- Okay, I'm ready when you want.

- Good.

You start the war we talk about.

- What friend is that?

- Yeah, I see him.

- Come on, hurry up.

(gun shots firing)

- Hurry up, hurry up!

(speaking in foreign language)

- You wanna get me out of this thing?

- Go get the bomb.

The plan must not fail.

- It won't fail.

- Aqui.

I need a few minutes advantage.

- I will take care of that.

- Just a few minutes.

You know where to find me.

(gun shots firing)

- Hi pal.

- Shit.

Shit.

Where's your friend with the bomb?

- You cannot stop the revolution.

- Charlie echo, calling Delta One.

Charlie echo, calling Delta One.

Come in Delta One.

For Christ sake, if you don't answer

I'll have to have you shot down.

Answer Keitel.

- What are the fighters to him?

- This is my ship and I give the orders around here.

Thank God they're still alive.

- They're coming.

- Okay, I'll go get the motor started.

- How long.

- How long.

- And the bomb?

Good.

Bring it inside.

What happened to Maria?

- She stayed at the base to protect me.

- Why?

- We were attacked.

- Attacked? By who?

- Two Americans.

One white, one black.

- Two?

You're sure there were only two.

- That's all I saw.

- Well, how did two get the best of you?

- Hey, what the hell do you mean?

Speak up.

- I'm only trying to understand it.

- They had a helicopter and machine gunned us.

They said that the base was a safe place

and that nobody could get to us there.

Well they got there with a helicopter, shit head.

- Calm down.

Remember who you're talking to.

Did they follow you?

- No.

- What a coincidence, right?

- Shit.

(gun shots firing)

- Tony!

(grunting)

- Shit.

Say man, you wanna stop fooling around?

We got a serious problem here.

- Could have given me a hand.

- For what?

I thought you said it was something personal.

- Don't be an ass.

What's this problem you were talking about?

- Well that guy you just made hamburger out of

primed the bomb.

- What?

- You heard me, pal.

The big bomb is about to go boom.

- Well then take the helicopter and get out of here.

- You already screwed up the helicopter.

- Oh shit.

- Hey we could always run.

How far do you think we could get?

- Not far enough.

Let's, we gotta do something.

Let's go.

(yelling in foreign language)

- Holy shit.

- Don't tell me you were expecting a happy ending.

- Always did believe in the American dream.

- Why don't you go to hell?

- Hey, that's where we're both going to be

in less than five minutes, pal, if you don't come up

with another one of your bright ideas.

- Shit.

What's the use?

- Hey, this beautiful brown body's got

a lot more living to do, pal.

- Excuse me while I throw up.

It's like the whole damn army.

(speaking in foreign language)

- And some.

- Hey Beck.

- Now what?

- I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have gotten you into this mess.

- You're not as bright as I thought you were, pal.

I could've gotten rid of your ass a million times

if I wanted to.

- Why didn't you do it?

- That don't seem too important now, does it?

- I guess you're right.

(gun shots firing)

- What the hell?

- Sounds like one of our choppers.

It's Colonel Keitel with Delta Force.

- Just like the that, in the knick of time.

- Right on.

- Shit, the bomb.

(men yelling)

- All right men, remember we're only here to haul

the boys out and get the bomb back.

But if they're wondering whether the eagle can scratch,

we're not afraid to show them.

Five more minutes.

- Well?

- Shit.

- [Turner] Can't you ever say anything besides shit?

- Can't stop this damn thing.

- Thought you said you knew something about these things?

- Taught us how to start, not stop them.

- Well do something, dammit.

Anything.

- Follow me.

That's it.

- What the hell was that?

- What was poof.

- Shit.

- Turner, Beck, come on.

- They made it.

They're coming back.

And if I were you, I wouldn't hang around.

- I have nothing to hide.

Our goal and is to reassure public opinion

by showing that we are prepared to face any crisis.

The fact that the stolen bomb was only a bomb

used for maneuvers and didn't have any nuclear material

is just a detail.

- A detail that could cost you your life.

- The maneuvers?

You mean we almost got our asses shot off for a fake bomb?

- That's right.

- Did you know about this, Colonel?

- No.

My superiors knew.

- So there's nothing we can do about it, right?

- Nothing, huh?