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- Let's do.

Let's do the beaver call.

- Do it. Okay, do it. I'm sorry.

- Okay, one more time.
- Do it again.

- One more time.
- Little bit lower.

- Honey.

- I need some more wine.

There's some more
outside, I'll go get some.

- Okay.

- Better lock up the car,
in case there are any bears.

- Bears?

You didn't say anything about bears.

- Oh, just in case.

Okay.

Hurry up, though.

Bryan!

- Who are you?

Bazooka!

- Hey, man, what about the girl?

We can have some really good fun with her.

- Soldiers in the field take no prisoners.

Now put the body in the fucking tent!

Let's get outta here!

- No!

Oh, Sarge, I just love your
fuckin' barbecues.

This is a
story about you and me.

Freedom-loving Americans.

Good, strong, hardworking citizens.

People who ask only to be left in peace

so that we and our families may travel

down the great American highway

to life, liberty and the
pursuit of happiness.

Unfortunately, our quest
for the American dream

is threatened, because we are caught

in the middle of a terrible war.

We the people are the helpless victims

of mortal combat between two powers elite

battling for economic and
political control of our society.

John Whitecloud is one such
decent, American victim.

John Whitecloud and the little people

of Troma City, California,
are caught and buffeted

between the corrupt
local political machine,

which has a stranglehold on this town,

and the ruthless corporate
syndicate from the East,

which will stop at nothing

to gain total and absolute control.

In the beautiful, pristine forests

just outside Troma City,

this syndicate is secretly
launching a full-scale attack

under the code name Fortress of Amerikkka.

When John Whitecloud returned

to his tribe's ancestral burial site,

now used by tourists as a recreation park,

he never suspected that
these peaceful campgrounds

were soon to become
horrifying battlegrounds.

He never suspected that
he would become the leader

of the citizens of Troma City

against both the political machine

and the Fortress of Amerikkka.

- Over there.

- No, no! Come on, start, start!

No, no, get away, no!

Come on, get off me, let me go!

Let me go, no!

- Come on.
- No, no, let me go!

Let me go, no, let me go!

No, let me go, no!

No!

What do you want from me?

No!

- I can't wait to see this stuff in print.

Tie his arms to the
tree and his legs to the car.

Move it!

- This is our meal ticket, baby.

- They're gonna kill him.
- No kidding.

And I'm getting it on film.

- What did I ever do to you?

- Nothing, old timer.

You just happened to be in the wrong place

at the wrong time, that's all.

I mean, your roll of
the dice just came up.

You see, old timer, you
happen to know our camp,

our location.

We just can't have that.

- I won't tell.

For God's sake, believe me!

Then shoot me.

Not this way.

- Well, now, that would be
a little too easy, mister...

What is your name?

- George McCullough.

- All right, George.

If I may repeat myself,
it'd be a little too easy.

You see, you could propose
a big problem to us.

We have to eliminate you.

- We gotta get closer.

- Bob, it's too dangerous.

- Without good pictures,
Eve, we've got no story.

I didn't follow these guys
for months to lose it now.

- I'm real sorry.

Real sorry.

- No.

- Apollo.
- Please!

- Let's get the hell outta here.

Come on, come on!

- We've got bogies headed

towards the river in the north sector.

Take 'em out.

Repeat, no prisoners.

- Let's get 'em.

Let's go.

- Eve!

Boss, stop no, come on!

- Don't let him get into that car!

- Stop! Please, stop! Come on!

- Kill him, kill him!

- No!

- This here's your Colt.45.

It's got an eight and
three quarter inch barrel.

So that will increase your velocity,

but it won't hurt your accuracy.

Go ahead, try that on.

You got a six shot
cylinder, it's blue steel.

It's a honey of a weapon.

That there's your people-shooting gun.

- It's all right, I need something bigger.

- Sure.

- What about the shotgun right there?

- Oh yeah, beautiful weapon.

Try that on for size.

Three-inch magnum shell.

Check the pump action on that, baby.

- Why don't you throw
in 20 boxes of shells

while you're at it?

- Sure.

Oh, by the way, since
you're buying two items --

I can give you an extra 10% discount.

- Expecting trouble?

Why don't you just cough up
some release papers, Whitecloud?

Nothing came up on the computer

that said you're out on the street.

What'd you do, boy?

Get some high price, nigger
Indian lawyer to get you off?

- Is everything okay, Sheriff?

I mean, it's all right to
sell him a shotgun, ain't it?

- Yeah. Everything's fine, for now.

I hope you're only passing through.

See, this is basically a very quiet town,

and I aim to keep it that way.

What happened to you four years
ago, well, that's a memory.

- Look, while I was in
prison, you killed my brother.

And you want me to forget that?

- Oh, that was an accident.

He came at me with a gun, I had no choice.

Besides, it was me or him.

- But you killed my brother.

- Hey look, Whitecloud,

you just better get that
foolish notion outta your head.

In fact, I'm giving you 48 hours

to get your stuff and get out of town.

This is King's
County Paramedics.

- Fortress of Amerikkka.

To this morning's
accident on Route Nine.

There's three adults and one child.

Looks pretty bad, all badly burned.

Just like those two campers.

Okay, come
on, let's get this mess

off the road.
- We'll be there

as soon as possible.

What's the problem?

- Oh, we've had a bad accident.

Shouldn't take too much longer.

- What happened?

The car caught on fire

and the family went up in flames.

- Oh, that's terrible.

- Hell, maybe it's those big --

- What do you think could have happened?

like a grenade going off.

- It was horrible, just horrible.

- Hey, Jack Brody.

- How you doin', Sheriff?
- Good to see ya.

- Long time no see.

- Where's Elizabeth?

- Oh, she's up at the campsite.

This here's Leslie.

- Oh, pleased to meet you, ma'am.

Oh, by the way,

if you see anything
suspicious up in the Hills,

you give me a call.

- Like what?

- Well, I don't want to alarm you,

but we have some mercenaries,
soldiers of fortune,

what have you, up there playing war games.

Strictly trespassers.

But they give you any
trouble, you call me.

- Anything we should be
concerned about, Sheriff?

- No, ma'am, you just keep an eye out

and you see anything
suspicious, you let me know.

- All right, Sheriff, we'll do it.

- Take care.
- All right.

- Thanks, Sheriff.

It was a pleasure meeting you.

- Crimson Leader to base camp.

We got intruders in the north sector.

One male and one female.

- Hold your position and
wait for further orders.

- Over and out.

- I only have a few minutes.

- That's okay.

I just want to ask you a question.

- It's about John, isn't it?

Listen, lady, news around
here travels fast.

Usually know about it the
day before it happens.

- I'm not sure I should go see him.

Peter and I are engaged,

and this could put a monkey
wrench in the whole situation.

- Listen, Jennifer, just go to him.

Talk with him.

You know, I'm sure he's changed.

For that matter, he might
even have somebody else.

I suppose you're right.

- So John's been in prison.

He's killed a deputy.

He's always in trouble with the law.

He's an American Indian.

And your parents will never
speak to you again, so what?

Go see John and then make up your mind.

I mean, you'll never forgive yourself

if you don't give yourself
this one opportunity

to clear the air.

- I just hope I'm not
making a big mistake.

I'm scared, Susan.

- I've come back, Little Brother.

I've come back to avenge
your untimely death.

I will raise you from the
dead and together, we will

bring some truth and perhaps
justice out into the open,

so that your soul can
continue its journey in peace.

I know that Father would
have wished this so.

- Playing cards.

Yeah, you know, I went over
to Johnny's the other night.

He's got some serious foot odor.

- Oh yeah?

- Man, what a day.
- Yeah, I'm beat.

- Hey, Williams.

- Attention!

- At ease, soldier.

- Sit down, will you?

- More transmissions, sir.

- Clear the tent.

As I understand, you're
having a little difficulty

adjusting to our way of
training, is that right?

- Look, I came here to
train to fight terrorism.

My mother and sister were killed

by a terrorist bomb in London.

When I joined up with this outfit,

I wanted to keep my military
skills on edge, sharp,

to be ready.

- Well, I understand.

So when you're called upon
to go out in the world

to fight terrorism, you're
gonna be combat ready.

Good soldiers ever ready for battle.

- But to kill an innocent prospector?

That man didn't harm anyone.

He had no weapons, he was defenseless.

And the way you had him killed --

- Oh, now, wait a minute.

I don't know if you're
aware of this or not,

but he was the enemy.

I mean, he knew our
location, our position here.

- All I understand is that I

don't want to kill innocent bystanders.

Training is one thing, killing is another.

My coming here has been a mistake,

and I'm just now beginning to realize it.

- A mistake?

A mistake?

No, no.

Death is a coward. It will
not show its face here,

and I will not tolerate
losers, only winners.

Now, winning is everything, and losing

is defeat, and it's
death, and you know that!

- Look, I just want out!

- All right, you want out, so be it.

But in order to leave our
unit without disgrace,

one has to go through a
little...oh, a gauntlet.

- Look, I'm not quite sure I understand.

- Oh, it's just a little
test, so to speak,

to see if you're worthy of leaving us.

Certainly, you wouldn't want
to return to England a coward,

a loser, would you?
- No.

What do I have to do?

- Now let's have three cheers
for our English comrade.

Hip hip!
- Hooray!

- Hip hip!
- Hooray!

- Hip hip!
- Hooray!

Fortress, fortress,
fortress, fortress, fortress!

Fortress, fortress!

- Ready, Mr. Williams.

- Death to all traitors
of Fortress of Amerikkka!

For the pinnacles of justice
and freedom will rein supreme!

Now the death of our English
comrade, Robert Williams,

will serve as a reminder that
no traitor will be tolerated!

Now when each of you came
to Fortress of Amerikkka,

you took a holy oath, a vow
sealed in your own blood,

to protect those principles
of freedom and peace.

We are freedom fighters of a high order.

We are ordained by the almighty above

to protect and to serve freedom and peace!

And we're together.

We're together in life,

as we are united in death.

That's what our Fortress of Amerikkka is.

So come on, are you with me?

- Yeah!

- Then let's hear it,
Fortress of Amerikkka!

- Yeah!
- Fortress of Amerikkka!

Fortress of Amerikkka,
Fortress of Amerikkka!

Fortress of Amerikkka,
Fortress of Amerikkka!

Fortress of Amerikkka,
Fortress of Amerikkka!

Fortress of Amerikkka,
Fortress of Amerikkka!

Fortress of Amerikkka,
Fortress of Amerikkka!

- Bartender.

You sure you need a glass?

- Okay, just keep pouring, I'm buying.

- I have a room upstairs.

Why don't you go up
there and sleep it off?

- Look, I got a lot of
things to take care of

while I'm here.

Why don't you just mind
your own business, okay?

- Sure, whatever you say.

Hey, why don't you keep the whole bottle?

It's your funeral.

Not now, Peter.

Jennifer.

- It's just that...something's
come back into my life.

- You mean John, don't you?

I know he's back.

- Yes, but it's not what you think.

- You still have feelings
for him, don't you?

- He was the first man
to ever make love to me.

I can't just forget him.

He was special.

- Look, if you want to
see him, I understand.

- We were going to be married

and they sent him away to prison.

My parents pressured me
into forgetting about him,

but I hung around with
John's brother, Jim, instead.

I was there the day the sheriff
shot Jim down on the beach.

I've tried to forget the past...

but how can you forget something
that's such a part of you?

I'm afraid of tomorrow.

If John makes one false
move or turns his back,

the sheriff will kill him.

John doesn't have a future here.

Hey, watch what you're doing!

- Come here.

- Get lost, creep!

Nice shot.

- I haven't seen you here before.

Buy me a drink?

- Sure, what's your name?

- Jenny.

- That's a pretty name, Jenny.

I'm John, John Whitecloud.

Jenny, what do you say
you and I get outta here?

Go to a little cabin down by the river?

- Wait a minute.

I know you.

You're that guy that they sent

away to prison a few years ago.

Is this guy bothering you?

- Yeah, this guy tried to pick me up.

- I'm not bothering anybody.

- Now listen, buddy.

- You giant!

- I want to be made aware
of John Whitecloud's

every move in this town.

I want to know where he sleeps,

who he sleeps with, what
he eats, what he drinks

and where he goes to the bathroom.

I understand he was almost arrested

at that nightclub disturbance
or something last night.

- That's right, some
girl drove off with him.

We'll keep better
surveillance on him, sir.

- You do that.

'Cause I want him behind bars
when he violates his parole.

- Woo hoo!

Yee-hoo!

What's going on?

- What are you, fucking crazy?

What's he talking about?

- Move it, hurry up!

- I'm coming, I'm coming!

You know, Sarge, what about the girl?

- No prisoners.

What's he gonna do to me?

- What's going on, dude?

- What you got, Pete?

- Looks like a slaughterhouse in here.

This one's dead.

Looks like an automatic, probably an M-16,

straight across the chest.

You wanna hear the best part?

There's no witnesses.

- Come on, I don't buy that shit!

Where's the coroner?

Waiting for you in his office.

All right, look, you
go knock on some doors,

you see if anybody saw anything.

- The reason I called you here

was to show you these bullet holes

in the park girl you brought in last week.

I removed one of the bullets

that were lodged in her skull.

- And?

- It's a military type,
but not from around here.

Probably foreign made.

I checked with the gun store

and they said this bullet is
banned in the United States.

It's illegal to import them
without a special permit.

From the way the bullets
penetrated the flesh,

I'd say she was killed with
a fully automatic machine gun

from about five feet.

- Fortress of Amerikkka.

Did anything turn up on that
car fire from yesterday?

- Oh, no. Nothing yet.

The remains were burned pretty bad.

I'm checking dental records
and that sort of thing.

But some military shells were found

just down from the accident.

The same type of bullet that
I removed from this body.

- Look, I'd appreciate it if you'd just

keep all this information
under wrap for now.

- Oh, sure, sure.

- What are you doing here?

- I wanted to see you.

We need to talk.

- There's nothing to talk about.

It's over between us.

You better go.

- I can't go.

I love you.

- It's a little late for that, isn't it?

Look, while I was in prison,

you never came to visit, you never wrote.

I'm tired of screwing around.

I gotta get on with my life.

- Does that include killing the sheriff?

Look, I tried to forget about you.

I really did.

I made a big mistake.

I still think about you every day.

- What about Peter?

Don't you think about him every day?

As a matter of fact, don't you
sleep with him every night?

- It's over between Peter and me.

I love you.

- Look, you were with my
brother the day the sheriff

gunned him down on the beach.

Why didn't you file a police report?

- I did.

They tore up the report.

Nobody believed me.

It was my word against the sheriff's.

- Was my brother shot in
the back in cold blood?

- Yes.

I was with your brother
on the beach that day.

The sheriff had followed us.

He was looking for Jim.

Your brother never had a chance.

I know how you feel about
me, about everything.

All I ask is that you
give me one more chance.

Please.

- I don't know.

I just don't know.

Wait, wait, wait.

- Come on, sleepy head.

Time to rise and shine.

- Mmm, I slept like a baby.

What time is it?

- Almost 8:00. Come on, let's get going.

- Okay.

Elizabeth?

What?

- If I'm in the way or anything,

you know, if you need a
little bit of privacy,

I could sleep in the car.

- Don't be silly, now get dressed!

- Okay.

Well, hey, I'm just gonna
lay here and read for awhile.

- Elizabeth!

Up you come.

I'm all right, how about you?

- Kids?
- Yeah, fine, fine.

Good, good,
how's the house coming along?

- All right, everybody. Listen up.

I just got the coroner's report in

on that car fire from the other day.

Also the Clark killing from two weeks ago.

Seems we have a problem.

All right, I'm sure you're
all aware that war games,

basically just guys dressed in cammies

firing blood pellets at each other,

are extremely popular now.

It looks like we've got a group

of those guys around here.

Only problem is that around here,

they're using real bullets.

- Are you trying to tell
us there's a connection

between these war games and that car fire

out on the highway?

- No question about it.

The report I got in today indicates

there was a husband and wife in the car,

another male companion, as
well as a five-year-old girl.

Now, that car didn't just catch fire

like we first suspected.

It went through a war zone.

The Clark girl, on the other hand...

well, she was executed by a firing squad.

I know this may sound a
bit grim to all of you,

but there may be other killings

we're not even aware of just yet.

- Well, what are we supposed to do?

Do we need to bring in more manpower?

- Yeah, what's our plan of attack?

- All right, relax.

I don't want anyone
doing anything just yet.

I didn't want to create
a panic around here.

I've contacted the sheriff
up in Kings County.

I got a couple of feelers out

with the police department in Seattle.

For now, we just sit tight.

However, I want you to check
out every report that comes in.

We're looking for an organization
that's self-contained,

militaristic, and they're
not playing games.

They're killing people, all right?

They're anything from ex-cons
to soldiers of fortune,

possibly mercenaries.

- What exactly are we
looking for in terms of size?

- I'll tell you what
we're looking for, Deputy.

The Clark girl had the
following inscription carved

into her skin with a knife
while she was still alive...

"Fortress of Amerikkka,"
that's what we're looking for.

Yesterday, he said he loved me.

Today, it's a different story.

- I'm gonna take a cold
shower in the river.

Any of you girls wanna come?

What, in the river?

- Hey, how's it goin'?

- Just finished a 10-mile hike.

I've got a blister for three
miles and still counting.

How 'bout you?

You seem pretty engrossed there.

- Oh yeah, I'm kind of, like,
just cleaning my machine here.

Karl says that a clean machine

is a weapon that won't
jam up on me in combat,

or blow up in your face.

Blow your brains out.

You know what I mean?

Do you know what I mean?

Do you know what I'm talking about?

- Yeah, I know what you're talking about.

I think you're pretty crazy.

- Hey, you know I had this fantasy

that, well, we were on this desert island

somewhere out on the South Seas.

Silly, huh?

I thought so.

Well, you know, I figured
that maybe we could, you know,

take a stroll, get some
fresh air, maybe talk it out.

I mean, I know I'm no jock, okay?

And you said that that
didn't matter to you.

That what mattered to you was
what was inside of somebody.

At least I heard that
line somewhere before you.

Hey, so I figured that maybe
we could work it out, you know?

I mean, just you and me.

I mean, hey, look, I'm not
just any ordinary guy, okay?

I'm not a piece of meat
and my shit don't stink.

Incidentally...

Did I tell you it was my birthday today?

- Oh, Jeff.

Happy Birthday.

Hey, that's pretty nice.

- Where do you aim for when you fire?

- The balls.

Yeah, my daddy always
said, "aim for the balls."

He says women always
recoil more than men do,

and that way, I compensate.

And I get my target in
the heart every time.

- Fuck.

I was wondering why I keep
blowing their heads off.

- That's it.

Where is she?

Where's Cassandra?

- What's your problem, honey?

- She's crossed my path for the last time.

- Back off, bitch.

- She keeps humiliating
me and putting me down!

I'm better than she is
and everybody knows it.

Either she goes, or I go.

- I know I'm not supposed to be here.

I'm afraid.

- You shouldn't be afraid here.

You're perfectly safe.

- It's just...all the
talk about the killings

that are going on in some
of the training sessions

and nightly patrols.

Some of those killings
aren't accidents, are they?

- You have to understand that
death means nothing to me.

When you joined the Fortress
of Amerikkka, you took an oath.

You gave up your soul,
your physical being.

- It's just...I came to
Fortress of Amerikkka to train.

And lately, everyone's just talking

about killing and hurting people.

- Be careful.

- Don't worry about me.

But she deserves it.

- Do you really have to
go through with this?

- Yes.

- She's just a kid.

- Rules are rules.

- Fucking A they are!

- Stay out of this.

All right.

- Bitch!

Oh, nice!

- Let's forget about all
this unpleasantness for now.

- What about the other
men, won't they be back?

- They're out on patrol.

They won't be back until daybreak.

Take it, take it.

Come on.

Do it, do it.

- You don't have the guts!

- Kill her.

Kill her.

- Kill her.

Kill her, kill her, kill her.

- What are you waiting for?

You coward!

- Good job.
- You did it, Cassandra.

- Way to go, way to go.

She really did it.

And she was asking for it.

Oh yeah, she definitely was.

- That was beautiful.
- Good job.

Don't come any closer.

- Whoa.

What seems to be the problem?

It looks like you got some
gas leaking down here.

Are you okay?

- No, I'm not okay.

You see, my friends, Jack and Elizabeth,

they didn't come back last night.

They were out on a hike
and...well, I'm scared.

I was on my way to see the sheriff.

- Why don't you let me
take you back into town?

- Okay, thanks.

I'm sorry about the gun,
I was just frightened.

- Don't worry about it, it's okay.

- I'm Leslie.

- I'm John.

John Whitecloud.

Come on.

- Hey!
- Let go.

No.
- Hold him.

- Leave me alone!

- What if I slice up
your little throat, huh?

- No!

You little son of a bitch!

Hey!

Crazy little son of a --

No!

Take your best shot, bitch!

Shoot!

- Come on.
- Look at his chubby face.

It's so fat you can't miss it, come on.

- Right here.

Right here, come on,
right here, right here!

Come on, shoot me, let's go!

You can do it!

- Can I help you?

- Well, I sure hope so.

Listen, we need a fuel pump for a car

that's stuck back up on the highway.

You think you can help us out?

- Sorry, we're all fresh out of parts.

- What about a tow?

- Tow truck's broken.

Besides, we have a policy
here not to service ex-cons.

Let's get that
scum off my property.

Get him!
- Let's get that Indian SOB.

- Ooh.

John!

- Ten, hut!

Who's responsible for the death

of those children on the beach?

I am, sir!

- Well, now, we just don't kill children.

Especially when we can have
problems as a result of this.

Do I make myself clear?

- Well, what should we have done, sir?

- Well, I think we should have
taken some evasive action.

I don't think we should
have come out in the open.

I don't think we should have
had direct confrontation.

I swear,

I swear on my mother's grave

that if you step out
of line one more time,

I'm gonna have all of you
court-martialed and shot!

You got that?

- Yes, sir.

- Yes, sir.

- Yes, sir.

- All right, you two.

You two are going out on
extra night patrol for a week.

All except for Bazooka.

- Thank you, sir.

- What the fuck?

It's not fair, sir.

- All right, Bazooka.

Now, I understand...

I understand that you were
teasing, tormenting the children

before they were killed, is that true?

- Yes, sir.

- Look at me when you say, "yes sir!"

Is that true?

- Yes, sir!

- I'll tell you something, punk.

Right now, you better take
that cat and mouse mentality

and stick it!

- Yes, sir!

- What?
- Yes, sir!

- And another thing.

If I hear...

If I hear that you guys are
resting on these details,

you're gonna have to
answer to me personally.

You got that?

I want to hear it! You got it?!

Yes, sir!

- All right, just get outta here.

Go on, get outta here!

We'll take your
deposition down at the station.

- I can give you a full
account of what happened.

- You okay?

- Yes, I'm all right.

I'm just a little shaken up.

- Yeah, well, don't worry.

That jerk's not gonna bother you anymore.

What happened here, anyway?

- I seen him and his girl came in

and started busting things
up for no reason at all.

- That's not true.

- You know, Miss, around these parts,

folks don't take too
lightly to white women

hanging all over nigger
Indians, especially ex-convicts.

- He was just trying to help me.

- Say, didn't we see you down

at the roadblock the other day?

- Yes, I was with Jack
Brody and Elizabeth.

Look, John was just
gonna take me into town.

I was on my way to your
office to let you know

that Jack and Elizabeth didn't
come back to camp last night,

and I'm afraid something happened to them.

- Book her for being an accessory.

- You can't do that!

You have no right to do this.

Take your hands off of me!

Get away from her!

- I'd like that.

No, don't do that.

We have a very open relationship.

Light my fire, baby.

Well, you never know.

All right.

Woo hoo, yeah!

Another night with me, huh?

- Get out of the way!

- Just chill out, all right?

Just chill out.

- Jennifer, where have you been?

I called your house.

- What's wrong?
- Listen, John's in jail.

He got into a fight at the gas station.

- I gotta go.

- Listen, don't do anything stupid!

- Looking for something?

- The gun, where is it?

- Wait a minute, tell me
what this is all about.

- I can't, you're just
gonna have to trust me.

- Trust you?

You haven't been here
or called in three days,

and you want me to trust you?

- Peter, please.

- I think I get the picture.

At first, I was just convenient for you.

But now, with John back, I
guess I'm out, is that it?

- No, that's not it.

I just needed to be by
myself for a little while.

To think about whether I was
gonna stay with you, or --

- Go back to John?

That's if he stays out
of prison long enough.

- But I love you.

Doesn't that mean anything to you?

- But I love somebody else.

- Run, Elizabeth, run!

Come on!

- And how was this allowed to happen?

- We had a serious
breach of security, sir.

Two of the guards were drinking heavily

and they left their post.

- What the hell is
happening to the men here?

Where is the damn discipline?

- I don't know, sir.

It's just that --
- You just think what?

Speak up, Apollo!

- The men are anxious to go
on another operation, sir.

And want to kill, go out and hunt.

Not just sit around and train, sir.

- Oh, well, I understand
their enthusiasm, soldier,

but until we receive word
about our air lift out of here

and our objective, we
are going to maintain.

Do you understand that?

- Yes, sir.

- Damn it, three soldiers were killed,

right under our very
noses, here in our camp!

- They won't get far.

Red Leader One has a patrol out.

He's closing in on 'em now.

And I've given him orders
to kill 'em on site.

- Aw, get outta here!

Apollo?

Don't come back without 'em.

- I'm sorry I yelled at
you back there at the tent.

America is the land of
tolerance and freedom,

and it's your right as a citizen to do

and enjoy whatever you want.

- I'm sorry, I should have been stronger.

We have freedom in this country,

but with that freedom
comes the responsibility

of doing what's right.

- Elizabeth, it's people like us

that are the backbone of America.

And if you enjoyed the way
that mercenary touched you,

then that's your right as a citizen

in this great country of ours.

- Jack, I'm still scared.

What if we don't make it back to our car?

- Don't worry, honey, I'll protect you.

They're not gonna kill us.

- Nothing here.

We found their camp, but no activity.

They can't get very far at night.

We'll stay here tonight,
then rendezvous at the crest

of the hill and get them
first thing in the morning.

Roger and out.

- Look, we'll go find our car.

We'll go get the sheriff

and everything's gonna be all right.

- What if the mercenaries find us first?

I don't know how
I'm gonna get outta here,

but I'm gonna get out.

- Can I help you?

- I'm here to post bail
for John Whitecloud.

- You'll have to wait until
Monday morning to do that.

- Okay, no problem.

Except, you know, I really do
need to get him out tonight.

What are you doing here?

- I thought you might need some help.

If the sheriff thinks
that this is gonna stop me,

he's wrong.

John.

- What are you doing here?

Where's Jennifer?

- Let's go.
- We're in this together.

- Come on!

Let's go, let's get out of here.

- Where are we going?
- Are you crazy?

You can't go back.
- Get in!

We have to get out of town.

It's too dangerous, please.

Look, why the hell did we come back here?

- I have a score to settle.

I just can't run away from that.

- Run away?

Am I hearing you correctly?

I just risked my life to
break you out of jail!

If we leave this town
tonight, while we still can,

the sheriff will leave us alone.

- Look, you don't understand, do you?

- All I understand is that if we stay,

you're gonna either end up
dead like your brother, Jim,

or back in prison.

Some choice.

I don't personally think that there's

that much to understand!

- I don't want to be in
trouble with the law.

I'm a criminal now.

- Don't worry about it,
everything will be okay.

The sheriff's just got it
in for John, that's it.

You just need to get out of this town.

- I suppose you're right.

- Look, get some sleep.

I'll be in the next room
if you need anything, okay?

- Thanks.

Peter?

Do you think you could
stay with me tonight?

I really need to be with someone.

- Look, Jennifer,

I appreciate everything
you've done for me.

It's just... you forget the
fact that I'm half Indian.

I can't just stand by and
pretend nothing's happened.

- Well, I'm part Indian, too,

but the days of scalping,
and revenge killing,

and smoking the peace pipe are over!

- Jennifer, I know that.

Look, you of all people should understand

that I have to lay my
brother's soul to rest.

Jennifer, look.

This is just something I have to do.

- I'm sorry.

- I want the county
chopper here at daybreak.

Deputy Johnson, I want you and the chopper

to head up to Lookout Mountain.

You see that Indian up
there, you radio for backup.

We'll send two units to cover the highway.

Pete?
- Yes, sir.

- I want you and Denise to
check out the Indian's cabin.

He's probably split, but his whore

might be there, so play it safe.

Don't want anyone taking any chances.

This Indian is armed and dangerous.

He won't come back without a fight.

Shoot to kill, boys, no glory.

We'll ask questions later.

Rest of you I want to remain here.

I'm gonna check out the spot
where I think he's hiding out.

We captured his brother
there two years ago

after he killed one of our deputies.

We'll roll out of here in the
morning at 0600 hours, alone.

If I need any backup, I'll radio for help.

- Don't you think it's a little dangerous

going there by yourself?

Shouldn't you take one of us for backup?

- I got a score to settle.

You just give me an hour with
that Indian, is that clear?

- Got it.

Spread
out, men, spread on out.

Okay, I want you, Sergeant,

and you, Bazooka, to come with me.

Take north
sector, I'll take the south.

Surround 'em!

- Damn!

Dispatch,
this is Deputy Wilson.

Deputy Johnson and I are on our way

to Whitecloud's cabin
to investigate, over.

- John, I'm scared.

- Freeze!

- I figured you'd be by sooner or later.

Come by to pay your last respects?

- I'm not going in with you.

- I don't think you got a choice.

This ain't no game show.

- John, please!

Well, Whitecloud.

Clear case of self defense.

Just like your brother.

We're gonna
have to take care of you,

just like we did those two
nature lovers.

- Hey.
- Hello.

- Got a light?

- Yeah.

- I'm supposed to feed you.

- Where's my girlfriend?

Where'd they take her?

- I don't know.

I'm sure she's all right.

Look, do you want to some of this?

- No, I'm not hungry.

God, you're just a kid.

- What?

- What are you, 17?

Do you even know what's going on here?

- Of course I do, we're in training.

We're a secret branch of the government.

- You mean covert.

- Something like that.

- Why did your men kill
the sheriff in the cave?

- I don't know anything about that.

I wasn't there.

There are strict rules around
here about trespassers.

I'm sure there was a
logical explanation for it.

- You really believe that?

Look, whatever's going
on here isn't right.

What you're doing here,
this whole operation,

it's illegal as hell.

- Look, do you want some of this?

- All right, everybody, listen up.

Shut up!

We might not have much time left.

This is John Whitecloud.

He's gonna lead us into the
Fortress of Amerikkka camp.

We have reason to believe
there's a group of mercenaries,

or soldiers of fortune, in
this camp that are responsible

for a group of killings in this town.

We also believe that they're responsible

for the killing of the sheriff.

We'll see.

Right now, I'm swearing all
of you men in as deputies.

I want every man in this
town rounded up to help us.

I'm not quite sure what
we're up against here.

You make one false move
and I'll blow you away.

- Look, my girlfriend's in there.

I'm gonna go get her out.

- Any questions?

- My own, sweet, darling daughter

was murdered in the motel the other day.

I say we blow them fuckers to hell!

- Hold it, hold it!

All right, listen up!

Come on!

- John and I are going
in there by ourselves.

We're gonna check things out.

We'll report back to
you if we find anything.

There's no sense in anybody
getting prematurely killed here.

About how far is it from here?

- Look, it's about two miles up the river.

- We'll blow the fuckers
away, you know what I mean?

- Stay here, that's an order!

- Come on.

Come on.

- Mercenaries are gonna kill our people!

Let's get 'em!

Go and blow their fucking brains out!

Come around this way!

- What the hell is going on, Whitecloud?

You told me they were here.

There's no one in sight.

The observation tower's empty.

- Oh, they're here all right.

This is a trap.

Believe me, they're here.

Go back and get the others.

I'll stay here and check things out.

- Look, Jennifer's in there somewhere.

If you do anything stupid,

she's gonna be the first one they kill.

And if anything happens to her, I'll be --

- You'll what?

This is my show now, Whitecloud.

You're in enough trouble as it is.

Now you go back and get the others.

- This compound is being surrounded.

- Wait a minute.

- Throw out your weapons

and come out with your
hands behind your head.

- What's the hell's he doin'?

- We can do this peacefully,
or we can do this with force.

- Jennifer!

Oh, you!

- Come on, come on!

Where is she, where's Jennifer?

- You're too late.

- One more time, where is she?

- Hey, idiot!

- Oh, shit!

Help!

- Yeah!

Jennifer?

I'm over here!

Jennifer.

- What took you so long?

Your sweetheart's down there, in the hole.

- What have you done to her?

I took
really good care of her.

It's a shame you're too late.

- You got a problem, pal?

- I've been hit.

Oh my God, help me.

- Here, let me help
you, you son of a bitch!

- Next time, you'll think twice

about killing innocent
people, you bastard.

- Jennifer? Jennifer?

It's almost over.

It's gonna be okay.

- Look out!

Here, take this.

You think we've done
enough damage around here?

- No, Fortress of Amerikkka
should never be allowed

to exist in this country.

- Not as long as the
three of us are around.

- Come on, let's blow this joint.

- In light of all the evidence before me,

this court finds you, John Whitecloud,

Not Guilty of all the
charges brought against you.

It is clear from the coroner's report

that you did not shoot and
kill Sheriff Tom "Tex" Bodean.

From eyewitness report,

the incident at the gas station
was not provoked by you.

I therefore order all
charges against you dropped.

Case dismissed.

- Hey, congratulations, John.

That the
United States of America

is one of the greatest civilizations

in the history of our planet
is proven conclusively

by the story of John Whitecloud.

For John Whitecloud
showed how, in America,

one little guy can stand up to

and defeat the powerful
forces of evil and corruption,

which are ever-present and
threaten our Bill of Rights.

How the little guys can unite
to destroy despots, dictators,

and even such evil supreme
as the Fortress of Amerikkka.

It is people like John Whitecloud

who make America the true land of the free

and home of the brave.