We can't hold out much longer, sir!
General Hummel, you've gotta get us outta here now!
I won't let you down. I won't let you down, son.
Goddam it, sir! How long do we have to wait? I've lost 15 men already!
Sir, they're lightin' us up like a firestorm!
This is General Hummel. You gotta get my men outta there!
We don't have clearance to go behind enemy lines, sir.
They're not coming for us, are they, sir?
Congressman Weaver and esteemed members of the Special Armed Services Committee,
I come before you to protest a grave injustice.
Aim!
It has to stop.
I miss you so much.
There's something I've gotta do, Barb.
Something I couldn't do while you were here.
I tried. You know I tried everything.
And I still don't have their attention.
Let's hope this elevates their thinking.
But whatever happens,
please don't think less of me.
Marine, inform the garrison C.O...
that General Hummel's coming on board with a security inspection team.
Yes, sir. Sir, it's an honor having you, sir.
Ya know, at least we can get some--
- A long time before guard meeting, huh? - Yeah, I'll tell ya.
I got the access card. We've got 30 minutes till those darts wear off.
Move it!
The access card, sir.
Let's do it.
Twenty-four hundred magazine check.
- Man, it's wet out there! - Check me through, will ya?
Clear!
- I want 16, Major! - Move it!
Evac! Seal the door!
- No! - Come on, man! - No! - Seal it!
- Help!
Let me outta here! Oh, God! Let me outta here! Oh, God!
Let me out! Let me out!
Clear out. Get outta here!
Sorry.
Let's move out.
Two more cc's of acetylene chloride.
- That'll be five dollars, Isherwood. - You suck.
You guys have too much time on your hands.
Yes! She's here! Bring it to me now. Thank you, Phil!
What's that? Why'd you get it sent here?
Carla wouldn't approve. She thinks it's dumb to spend $600 on an L.P.
Carla's right. Why don't you just spend $13 on a CD, man?
First of all, it's because I'm a Beatle maniac.
And second, these sound better.
Could be serious. Could be sarin gas.
A dog out of JFK caught a whiff of something in this package...
postmarked to a Bosnian refugee camp.
It could be detergent, or it could be sarin gas.
Bosnian refugee camp?
Half a million Serbians reside in the U.S., Marvin. Serbians don't like Bosnians.
You guys wanna get suited up?
- You bring the cockroaches? - Got 'em.
We have air lock, Stanley. You're all set to go.
October 1, 0900 hours.
Agent Stanley Goodspeed, Agent/Trainee Marvin Isherwood...
initiating exam of wooden crate.
Suspicion of sarin gas inside.
- Marvin, sarin is a-- - G.B. aerosol.
That is correct.
Now, let's see. We have some dirty magazines.
Stone Age Cave Girls in the Raw. Kinky.
And, uh-- Not a good sign.
Hello, little baby doll.
Look it, Stan.
- Hi there, - Marvin! - Stanley. - Marvin, don't!
- Hi, Stan. - Shit! Move back! Move back!
- I want the exhaust. - Hang on, guys.
We'll have that room clear in 50 seconds! You're gonna be okay.
Jesus Christ!
Okay, I've got some bad news and some really bad news.
The bad news is that the gas is corrosive and it's eating our suits.
- It's all over my hand, man! - The really bad news...
is there's enough C-4 explosive and poison gas to blow the whole chamber...
- and kill everybody in the building. - Detonation too heavy. - Everybody, out of the room now!
Seal us inside.
- Where are the sprinklers, Lonner? - The acid's eating my su--
It's eating my fucking suit! All right? Shit!
- Just wash us off! - Where are my sprinklers?
We're working on it. It's coming. It's just a flow problem.
Well, that's a pretty big friggin' problem, Lonner. Fix it now!
- We're working on it! How much time do you have on that detonator? - A minute ten.
- Look at this! - We're gonna have the room clear.
- Tell 'em to take the atropine, now! - The atropine, Isherwood.
- What? - Where's my water, Lonner? One minute!
- Marvin, the atropine, now! - Inject it in your heart before your suit melts.
Shit!
Make him take his dose.
- Where's that water? - Get that away from me!
Come on, Phil, fix it for Christ's sake!
- Take the atropine now, Stan, for Christ's sake! - We're fucked.
The poison's mixing.
What the fuck are you waiting for, Stanley? You take the fucking needle now!
- Fuck! Shit! Oh, fuck, shit! - Forty seconds!
If that suit melts-- If you die, we all die!
Inject your heart and then diffuse the bomb!
- Come on, just do it, Stan! - Shit! What if I miss my heart? I can't see shit!
- Do it now! - Look how big this is. You want me to stick this into my heart?
- Are you fucking nuts? - The sprinkler's coming! It's coming!
Okay, here we go, man!
Sprinkler activated.
How much time left?
Twenty seconds!
We're not gonna make it.
Fifteen.
Oh, come on.
Clear!
Get me the fuck out of this gas chamber!
I almost stabbed myself in the heart with this thing.
Please lock me away
- Stan? - Hey, darlin'.
Hi, baby.
Here inside where I hide with my loneliness
I had such an interesting day today.
Yeah, I had kind of an interesting day myself.
Oh, okay, you go first.
Oh, just some terrorists decided to send a little care package, box of goodies,
which had to be neutralized before blowing up the office.
So I took the rest of the day off.
Glass of wine, little guitar. Just relaxing.
- Wow! - I mean it, honey. The world is being Fed-Ex'd to hell on a handcart.
I really believe that anyone who's even thinking about having a child in this world...
is coldly considering an act of cruelty.
I know, I'm rambling, I'm complaining. I'm sorry.
- What's your news, baby? - I'm pregnant.
I'm sorry?
I'm pregnant.
- Really? - Yeah.
- Wow! - Is that all you're gonna say, is "wow"?
- You're pregnant? - Three weeks.
How do you know? I mean, h-how do you know?
Blue! Just turned blue so I went to the doctor.
- Well, you didn't mean what you just said, did you? - When?
Uh, just right now when you were talking about bringing a child into the world...
and having it be an act of cruelty.
- I meant it at the time. - Stanley, at the time? You said it seven and a half seconds ago.
Well, gosh!
Kind of a lot's happened since then. Look, we're not even married.
- I know. It's funny you should mention that. - It's funny?
- Do you love me? - Of course I love you.
Good.
- Will you marry me? - Whoa! Whoa! Wai-- Hey, Marriage Police, pull over!
Come on, Stanley. I'm proposing to you right now.
The Rock is the most famous and was the most feared prison ever built.
Is it really true that there's never been an escape?
Ah, that's true. From 1936 until '63 when the prison closed,
there were 14 attempts.
No one is believed to have made it to shore, alive at least.
No, uh, h-h-hey, hey, fellas. I'm sorry, but tourists are not allowed back here.
- I don't really give a shit! Do you give a shit? - No.
- Come here, fruity. - Move!
- Hey, girls? Hi. You all havin' a good time? - Yeah.
Will you do something for me? It's really, it's really important.
I need you to tell your teacher that you need to get back on the boat and go home right now.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Broadway!
This cell block housed...
the most awesome scum in America.
Ladies and gentlemen, I, Ranger Bob,
cordially invite you to become inmates of Alcatraz, temporarily, of course.
On the line!
Pretty tight quarters, aren't they, huh?
Like being a caged animal.
Spend a couple of years in there--
- What's the matter, fellas? Something wrong with the tour? - The tour's over, Bob.
What kind of fucked-up tour is this?
General Hummel, Captains Frye and Darrow reporting, sir.
Welcome to the Rock, gentlemen. Land the choppers on the back side and deploy as planned.
- Aye, aye, sir. - Aye, aye, sir. Move out!
I'm not allowed to carry a gun.
Oh, you're not allowed to carry a gun? I got a goddam gun.
If I'd known this was gonna happen, I'd have brought my motherfuckin' gun! Help!
All right, gentlemen, this'll be our new home. Tom, I want my command center right here.
- I want Coms up. - Roger that, sir.
Put the satellite over there. I wanna be up at 1600.
Let's move it.
- Systems up. - Possible penetration point in the shower room.
- We're setting anti-intrusion. - I brought a personal touch, sir.
It's an anti-motion trembler device. It's custom-made.
Nobody knows about it and nobody expects it.
- What's it do? - We head-fake 'em with the laser beam.
And then if they disturb Mr. Backup here, we own 'em.
Ladies and gentlemen, you're being detained against your will.
For that, I apologize.
It is not our intention in any way to harm you.
You will not be detained one minute longer than is necessary for us to complete our mission.
Attention on deck!
Stand easy, men.
Make no mistake about it, gentlemen, we are now in harm's way.
For Major Baxter and I, this is the last campaign in a career datin' back to Tet '68.
Likewise for Captain Hendrix, Gunnery Sergeant Crisp,
who cut their teeth under my command in Desert Storm.
Captain Frye, Captain Darrow, this is my first operational situation with you and your men.
And I have to say, thus far your conduct reflects your reputations.
- Thank you, General. - Thank you, sir.
We have achieved our position through poise, precision and audacity.
To this we must now add resolve.
We'll be branded as traitors, the gravest capital crime.
Punishable by death.
A couple hundred years ago,
a few guys named Washington, Jefferson and Adams...
were branded as traitors by the British.
And now they're called patriots.
In time, so shall we.
God willing, in less than 48 hours...
you will evacuate this island in gunships under cover of hostages and V.X. gas warheads.
Your destination: a non-extradition treaty country.
You will each be paid a fee of $1 million for services rendered.
But you can never again set foot on your native soil.
- Can you live with that? - Yes, sir!
The men of Marine Force Recon...
are selected to carry out illegal operations throughout the world.
When they don't come home,
their families are told fairy tales about what happened to them...
and denied compensation.
Well, I have choked on these lies my entire career!
Well, here and now the lies stop!
God be with all of you. Man your positions, men.
This is FBI Director Womack.
Director, be advised.
Eighty-one, I say again,
81 civilians are under my control as of this moment.
You are to take measures to assure this remains a need-to-know classified fact.
Who is this?
Mr. Director, you have a very serious problem.
A battery of V.X. gas rockets is presently deployed...
to deliver a highly lethal strike on the population of the San Francisco Bay area.
- I will call again at 0100 hours to state my demands. - I want to know who I'm talking to.
This is Brigadier General Francis X. Hummel, United States Marine Corps, from Alcatraz.
Out!
- I'll cancel your reservations. - Get the Pentagon.
And call the San Francisco office. It seems Alcatraz was just reopened.
Last night General Hummel, using brutal but non-lethal force...
under the guise of a security exercise, walked off with 15 V.X. poison gas rockets.
He lost one of his own men in the process.
That's General Hummel in Vietnam. I think he was a major at the time.
Three tours in Vietnam, Panama, Grenada, Desert Storm.
Three Purple Hearts, two Silver Stars...
and the Congressional Medal of--
Jesus! This man is a hero!
Well, I think "legend" might be a better description, Mr. Sinclair.
Well, now we can add kidnapping and extortion to his list of accolades.
Mr. Sinclair, General Hummel is a man of honor.
General, it's him.
Frank, it's Al Kramer.
Hi, Al, how you doin'?
I don't know, Frank. Ah, why don't you tell me.
Got a lot of very, very worried people here, Frank.
I'll come straight to the point.
Eight-three Force Reconnaissance Marines have died under my various commands.
Forty-seven in northern Laos and southern China.
Southern China? We never admitted we sent troops into China.
Who is this? Identify yourself.
White House Chief of Staff Hayden Sinclair, General.
- How old are you, Chief of Staff Sinclair? - I'm 33.
Well, Mr. Sinclair, you've probably got no fucking idea what I'm talking about.
By your ninth birthday, I was runnin' black ops into China,
and my men were responsible f-for over 200 enemy kills.
Al, put some rigging tape over Mr. Sinclair's mouth. He's wasting my time.
Ah, you want to continue, Frank?
Remember Operation Desert Storm?
Those surgical hits made by our smart bombs, covered so well on CNN?
It was my men on the ground that made those hits possible by lasing the targets.
Twenty of them were left to rot outside Baghdad after the conflict ended.
No benefits were paid to their families.
No medals conferred.
These men died for their country, and they weren't even given a goddam military burial.
The situation is unacceptable. You will transfer $100 million...
from the Grand Cayman Red Sea Trading Company account to an account I designate.
From these funds, reparations of $1 million will be paid...
to each of the 83 Marines' families.
The rest of the funds I will disperse at my discretion.
Do I make myself clear?
Except for the Red Sea Trading Company. What is that?
- Identify yourself. - This is FBI Director Womack, General.
It's a slush fund where the Pentagon keeps proceeds from illegal arms sales.
Jesus, Frank! This is classified information.
You alert the media, I launch the gas.
You refuse payment, I launch the gas.
You've got 40 hours, till noon day after tomorrow to arrange transfer of the money.
I am aware of your countermeasure. You know and I know it doesn't stand a chance.
Hummel from Alcatraz. Out.
All right. We have to identify the hostages and contact each of their families.
Uh, tell 'em somethin'. Make up a story, and we've got to keep this undercover.
If this comes out, the city of San Francisco will be in chaos. I am talking anarchy.
Wait a minute, wait a minute. What is the potential casualty rate...
for a single rocket armed with V.X. poison gas, General Peterson?
- Sixty or seventy. - Well, that's, that's not so bad.
- Thousand. Seventy thousand dead! - Oh.
One teaspoon of this hits the floor, it's lethal up to a hundred feet.
One teaspoon of this shit detonated in the atmosphere...
will kill every living organism in an eight-block radius.
Get the point?
Uh, what did Hummel mean by your countermeasure, General?
Standard poison is countered by napalm. It burns it up, consumes it upon detonation.
Now, the problem with V.X. poison gas is...
that it's designed specifically to withstand napalm.
That's where, uh, thermite plasma comes in. General Peterson?
Thermite plasma incendiary systems can burn hot enough to consume V.X.,
but they're still in the test phase; it's not operational.
Hummel knows this. We are dealing with one smart son of a bitch.
What's it gonna take to equip a flight of F-18s with thermite plasma...
within the next 36 hours?
- An act of God. - Excuse me?
All right, we can try.
But I strongly urge you to consider the use of this as a secondary initiative.
Then we have to go to our primary initiative. Uh, Admiral?
Sir, I'd like to bring in our SEAL ground commander, Commander Anderson.
Mr. Womack, who is your best chemical/biological man?
- Oh, that's interesting. - Oh, yeah. - That's very compelling.
- You like my pigtails? - Oh, yeah, the pigtails are very naughty.
Naughty. Naughty.
Just the Amaretto cream with peach sorbet persuasion.
- This isn't happening. - No, Stan, don't answer it.
- This isn't happening! - No, just don't answer it. It's okay.
- I have to. It's the office, baby. They know I'm home. - No.
How could they possibly know that you're home?
It's the FBI.
Stanley!
Goodspeed. Uh, yeah. O-Okay, yeah.
I'll be, I'll be down, yeah, downstairs in ten minutes.
No, you won't.
- I have to go to San Francisco. - No, you don't.
Stanley, no, you do not have to go to San Francisco.
Are you kidding me right now? You need to stay here and talk to me about things.
- I've got to go, baby. - Oh! I am Catholic! Do you realize that?
I am pregnant and I am unmarried. And this causes a serious problem for me.
I cannot believe you.
No, no.
I love you. I will marry you.
I just didn't plan on this, that's all.
- Come to San Francisco. - Really?
Yeah, I'm sure it's just a training exercise.
Check into the hotel. Order up some champagne.
- And we'll finish what we started? - Exactly.
- Baby, you're gonna marry me? - You know it.
You're gonna marry me!
- Oh, honey, come on. Just a really quick one. - Oh, oh, I gotta go now.
A night-time airdrop incursion is out due to the full moon.
Likewise a frontal seaside attack.
If we're compromised and shots are fired, Hummel might launch.
Our only alternative is an attack from within the prison.
We penetrate the island through the tunnels under the prison buildings undetected...
and emerge in its center; that way we can jump the Marines from behind.
And if we're lucky, take their rocket positions without a shot fired.
I don't understand. You-you've studied the architectural plans?
They're useless. Alcatraz has been ripped up and rebuilt for years.
- Under there is a maze of shit. - Well, there's no question, gentlemen.
We need firsthand intelligence of the tunnel systems.
- So what about the former warden? - Died in 1979.
All the guards we contacted were useless.
Um, there is someone who I think can help us.
- This is for the sake of national security. - No!
It's the sake of national security that got us here in the first place 33 years ago.
I knew! I knew someday this would come back to bite us.
Forget it! He does not exist.
He does exist! We just chose to forget him for 30 years.
- We locked him up and threw away the key. - Oh, and a lot of goddam good it did us.
He broke out of two maximum security prisons. And if he hits the streets--
He's not gonna hit the streets, Jim.
Thirty years ago he was a highly trained SAS operative.
He is my age now, for Christ's sake!
I have to get up three times a night to take a piss.
We can't risk letting him out.
He's a professional escape artist.
- Gosh. Neat, uh-- - Yeah. - Neat, neat plane.
Dr. Goodspeed. James Womack.
- A pleasure to meet you, sir. - Welcome. - Thank you.
You come very highly recommended.
B.A. Columbia; M.A., PhD, Johns Hopkins.
Biochemistry, toxicology.
Well, I'm one of those fortunate people who like my job, sir.
Got my first chemistry set when I was seven. Blew my eyebrows off.
We never saw the cat again. Been into it ever since.
What do you know about V.X. gas?
Liquid. Failed pesticide discovered by a mistake in 1952.
Uh, actually, it's kind of like champagne that way.
The Franciscan monks thought they were making white wine.
Somehow the bottle carbonated. Voilà! Champagne.
- And then the whole thing just-- - The gas, Dr. Goodspeed.
It's very, very horrible, sir.
It's one of those things we wish we could dis-invent.
This isn't a "train" exercise, is it?
No, Dr. Goodspeed, it's not a training exercise.
- Hello, sir. - Good morning, Director.
This is Ernest Paxton, agent in charge of the West Coast operation.
- Dr. Goodspeed. - Pleasure to meet you. - How do you do, sir?
It's been a fairly interesting day so far. The prisoner's here. Shall we?
Now, my boys, they haven't been able to find a file on this guy. Who is he anyway, sir?
His name is John Mason, a British national...
incarcerated on Alcatraz in 1962, escaped in '63.
I was under the impression that no one ever escaped Alcatraz, sir.
Paxton, don't argue!
This man has no identity, not in the United States or Great Britain.
He does not exist. Understand?
I want one thing: how he escaped the Rock.
Specifically the route he took through the island's bowels.
- The papers are in order, sir. - We're prepared to offer him a full pardon.
And Paxton, no strong-arming Mason. I know him too well.
Well, if you know him, then why don't you question him?
No, he'll remember me. I don't want his anger clouding the issue.
All right, I'll take care of him.
Mr. Mason, I'm Special Agent in Charge, Ernest Paxton.
In charge of what? Fucking me over for another three decades?
I don't know anything about your previous matters. I'm here because...
a special situation exists that we feel you might be able to help us with.
Well, what might that be?
I've been in jail longer than Nelson Mandela, so maybe you want me to run for president.
- Not exactly. - Mmm, a pity.
I feel rather like Alcamedes.
- Who? - Alcamedes. He was imprisoned by his king in ancient Greece.
- Like Sir Walter Raleigh. The same fate. - James the First.
Even someone as bright as you must be aware that, uh,
there's a certain pattern emerging here.
Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn?
Yeah, I heard of him. Didn't he play hockey for the fuckin' Red Wings?
- That's the chap. - Get this straight, pops.
I don't like you any more than you like me.
But I'm here to make you a legitimate offer.
You wanna hear what I have to say or not?
By all means, dear Paxton. By all means.
We got a problem in a place that I think you know.
There's a hostage situation on Alcatraz.
- Hostage? - Eighty-one tourists.
The Rock has become a tourist attraction?
Why don't we cut the shit, huh? You know the Rock.
- You broke out. - Yes, successfully.
Yeah. So why don't you do yourself a favor while you're helpin' us?
I mean, it'd be nice to get out of jail while you're still vertical.
Hmm? While you got a little lead left in your pencil.
While I'm considering your offer,
I want a suite in the Fairmont Hotel.
You know I'm here to cut you a deal.
I am not here to bend over and take it up the ass from you.
Here. Here's a quarter.
Do yourself a favor. Call your lawyer. You're goin' back to jail.
- Y-You're sending him back to jail? - I'm not sending him anywhere.
I'm just givin' him somethin' to think about.
With all due respect, sir, I don't think we have time...
for him to just sit around and think about it.
- Oh, really? - No, Goodspeed's right.
- You go talk to him. - Me? - Yes.
- Sir, I'm not qualified for that. - You're an FBI agent!
- W-What is your specialty again? - Chemical weapons.
Don't mention that!
- You want me to lie? - Yeah, lie.
We got less than 24 hours. Give it a shot.
Okay.
Hi.
I'm an agent with the, uh, uh, F-Federal--
FBI. Uh--
- Eh, well, my-- I'm Stanley Goodspeed. - But of course you are.
Well, at least he got his name right.
- Of course I am. Huh. - And you have an emergency.
That's right.
And you need my help.
Exactly right.
- Coffee. - No, no, I'm fine. Thank you.
Offer me coffee.
Oh, yes! Well, that was, in fact, gonna be my next--
Can we get a cup of coffee in here, please?
And offer to take these off.
Mr. Mason, really.
- All kidding aside. - As a gesture of your good faith.
- Prisoner requests to have his handcuffs taken off. - No, no, no, no.
Why don't you go ahead and have his handcuffs taken off, please?
Well, I guess that's one way to go.
This is a pardon and release contract from the attorney general's office.
Now, it makes you a free man provided you cooperate.
So if you'll just, uh, sign,
uh, at, uh, where it says--
- "Signature"? - That's-- Yes. "Signature."
Well, timeo danaos et dona ferentis.
"I fear the Greeks even when they bring gifts."
Oh, an educated man!
That rules out the possibility of you being a field agent.
In point of fact, I am a field agent, Mr. Mason.
- Really? - Yes.
- In which field? - Antiterrorism.
Then you're trained in weaponry, explosives and mortal combat.
Well-trained.
Then it's the Fairmont Hotel.
Okay.
I want a suite, a shower, a shave...
and the feel of a suit.
May I also suggest, uh, a haircut?
- Am I out of style? - Unless you're a 20-year-old guitarist from Seattle.
- It's a grunge thing. - Grunge?
Yeah, well, uh, uh-- Okay, thank you very much.
All right. Call the Fairmont. Close the floor if necessary, but I want him sealed off.
And he gets two hours max.
- Great job, Goodspeed. - Why didn't you throw in a trip to Tahiti while you were at it?
- I'll deliver this to the attorney general. - Uh, no, you'll give it to me. Give it to me, Reynolds.
And take Attorney Reynolds outside. There's a car waiting for you. Thank you.
That's a signed federal document, sir. Isn't that illegal?
You're not acquainted with the full facts, Goodspeed.
With all due respect, sir, I'd like clarification. I gave that man my word.
Damn it! You're on a need-to-know basis, and you don't need to know.
It's, uh, it's, eh, kind of curious, but, uh,
Sir Walter Raleigh, Alcamedes, Solzhenitsyn,
they, um, well, they were all wrongfully imprisoned.
Womack! Now, why am I not surprised, you piece of shit!
Eh, peace! Peace!
Hey, we're not home. Leave a message.
Hi, darling, it's, uh, it's me.
Uh, listen, don't come to San Francisco.
I repeat, do not come to San Francisco.
- Stanley, no! - Carla. - Wha--
- Carla. - Like hell I'm not coming!
Wait. Car--
Who's Carla? And why don't you want her to come to San Francisco?
You're on a need-to-know basis, and you don't need to know.
Watch it, he'll bite you.
Good. Mobile Command is fully operational.
- We'll be there in approximately two hours. - I'm not armed, sir. - Right.
- I am unarmed, sir. - Well, where's your issue?
I left it in my, uh, my sock drawer.
A gun?
For what? You're a chemical freak.
No, I'm a chemical super-freak, actually. But I still need a gun.
Give him a goddam gun.
Have you fired one of those things since the Academy?
- Wear some - If you're going to - Flowers in your hair - San Francisco
Don't forget to wear flowers in your hair
- If you're going - If you're going
- To San Francisco - To San Francisco
- You're sure to meet some - You're gonna meet - Gentle people there
- Some gentle people there - And you come for--
If you're going to San Francisco
Uh, uh, room service?
Ah, listen. This is the penthouse. Do you do snacks, drinks? Huh?
Hello!
- You the barber? - No. Stylist.
Barber.
- Just clippers. No scissors. - No scissors? You've got to be kidding me, no scissors!
I mean, did they tell Picasso, "No brush"?
With scissors, this man could kill you.
I can't cut anyone's balls off with a trimmer now, can I?
Why don't we do this outside? Get some sun.
Oh, who did this to you? This is just not right. In fact, it's nasty!
Well, it's a grunge thing.
Well, it's some kind of thing.
Do you think we have time for a sea kelp protein pack and maybe some color?
No.
Okay. Not very nice, is he?
No, he's not.
'Cause I'm leavin'
Hey, somebody ordered it. Can't let it go to waste.
- Don't know when I'll be back again - Don't you ever stop eatin'?
Not when it's free.
- We're supposed to be on duty. - Hey, don't worry. He's an old man.
The boss is watchin' 'im. Come on, have-- Try some of this lobster.
- Mm-hmm. - My secretary here will settle the bill.
So what do you have in store for me, Womack, when this is over?
You'll get your life back, Mason.
But you could've given me my life back years ago.
- Why should I trust you now? - You've got my word.
Will you shake on it?
- Freeze, mister! - Oh, man!
Help!
Drop the gun or I drop your boss.
You will not!
Get!
- He's getting very heavy. - Then pull him up.
Please don't!
Help! Shit!
Come on, have a scallop. Come on, catch.
You hoist him!
Help! Help! Help!
- Where's Mason? Where is Mason? - Help! Hang on!
- Where's Mason? - Mason's gone! - Gone?
Clear.
Living room's clear!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
All units, this is Caretaker. We have a Signal Six. He's in the hotel!
Okay, I don't wanna know nothin'. I never saw you throw that gentleman off the balcony.
All I care about is, a-are you happy with your haircut?
Easy!
Watch it, you fuckhead, you're gonna pull my arm out!
Watch out!
Oh, no!
Watch it!
- Hey, watch it! - He's over there!
Hey!
This is my Humvee. I don't want any dings, dents or scratches, or I'll have your ass. Hey!
Hey! Stop! Hey!
Hey, I was inside the bedroom with Jack Powell!
Hey, call the guard! Go!
FBI.
Move!
Whoa! Whoa!
Suspect is in a black Humvee, heading west on California.
Speed approximately 70 miles per hour.
Get out of the way!
I want a net put on this son of a bitch, you hear me?
This guy's hittin' every fuckin' thing in sight tryin' to block us!
I hope you're insured!
Oh, well, why not?
You're goin' down!
Hello?
I'm only borrowing your Humvee!
Information? San Francisco?
Uh, Jade Angelou. That's A-N-G--
Welcome aboard, y'all. How y'all doin' today?
Hang on!
Holy shit!
Whoa-oa!
Oh, no!
We're gonna crash! Save yourselves!
Oh, my baby!
Oh, no!
Oh, no.
Oh, God!
Hey, man, you just fucked up your Ferrari.
- Oh, no! Baby's goin' down in flames! - It's not mine.
Neither is this!
Damn! This sucks! Where's that son of a bitch at?
I'm gonna hunt him down! That motherfucker ain't safe nowhere.
- Chem weapons. Isherwood. - Marvin, look up Wolfburg Federal Penitentiary.
The inmate is Mason, John.
Hey, Stan, listen, I'm gettin' out of this government shithole.
I'm goin' over to Orkin to design roach motels. Cool, huh?
Look, I just stole a kid's motorcycle. I'm not really feeling too good about it, okay? Wolfburg. Got it?
Yeah, I got it. All right, Magrane, Masconi, Masters. No Mason.
Go to February '76. Who was transferred to Wolfburg from San Quentin?
This is weird. They got medical records.
They got place of birth. Glasgow. Uh, but they don't have a name.
Uh, wait a minute, wait a minute. They have next of kin.
A Jade Angelou of 32 Stenson Drive, San Francisco.
Jade?
No, Stacy. Jade's friend.
Were you afraid to come alone?
Yeah.
- It's okay. - I'll be over here if you need me.
The last photograph I had of you, you were about ten.
Yeah?
Well, I found a picture of you among my mom's things when she died.
Oh, yeah? Well, uh-- Why don't we take a walk?
I got 'im. Palace of Fine Arts.
Your mother, uh-- Yeah, well, sh-she was very special.
Yeah, she was.
But I don't think that we should romanticize what happened between you and her.
Meeting in a bar after a Led Zeppelin concert.
Head out, and I was the result.
Well, I'd like to think it would've led somewhere if only--
If only what? Six federal marshals hadn't kicked down our door...
and dragged you back to prison?
- I'm sorry. - It's all right.
- So, they let you out? - Yeah.
That's good.
What did you do?
J--
Jade, I don't have a great deal of time here.
But I'll be coming back. And, uh--
- Maybe we can-- - What? We can what?
You know, you're almost the only evidence...
that I exist.
But I don't know you.
That's what I want to change, eh?
I've rehearsed this speech a thousand times on the chance that we would meet.
Here we are, and I'm lost.
Well, I don't know how I'm supposed to be feeling either.
Jade, I'm not an evil man.
If you can believe that, then it's a start.
Okay.
Is this about you?
You broke out of prison again, didn't you? Why did you come to me?
FBI, ma'am. Your father's working with us.
He's helping us resolve a dangerous situation.
- He is? - Yes, ma'am.
Well, gee whiz, John, I guess we oughta get goin', huh?
Whatever you say, Stanley.
Thank you for that. You could've handled it differently.
What do you say we cut the chitchat, a-hole?
You almost got me killed twice. And my jaw hurts like hell!
- Good. - Cocksucker!
If I had my way, you would be shipped back to Wolfburg in leg irons...
and caged like an animal for the rest of your natural fucking life!
You wrecked half the city!
Now, tell me about the tunnels.
If you know the system, it will take you wherever you need to go.
All right, there's an intake pipe here, below low tide. Is that our best access?
Yes. That's exactly where I had come out.
Then beneath the cistern, there's a connection to the abandoned septic system.
How many feet is that?
Uh, 57 paces.
Where do we go from there?
That's a good question.
- I have no idea. - What?
I mean, I'll know it when we're all inside.
No. You're not goddam goin'. Show us on the blueprints.
I can't! My blueprint was in my head.
I was underground for three days in the dark,
just waiting for the tides to be right.
But don't worry. It'll all come back to me.
You're not going anywhere, Mason.
Wait a second. Now, this piece of work might be the only chance those people over there have.
If he's not going, then why the hell did we get him out of jail?
- He's smart. - I got him out to get you people in, not go with you.
If it's the only way of getting the intelligence I need, then he goes.
He'll fuck with you.
You compromise my men's lives, and I'll bury you out there.
Now, Womack,
you're between the Rock and a hard case.
How is your bowling arm?
Dr. Goodspeed, the goal is to take out the launchers,
then neutralize the V.X. chemical rounds.
Well, we know the poison's being kept in the prison morgue from the satellite thermal imaging...
which is right here; these colorized dots.
- Have you ever actually seen one of these devices? - No, sir, but I've studied them.
I should really begin briefing your guys on defusing and detoxification.
Got a really neat layout over here of the chem round as well as the rocket,
- so let's get rolling. - That won't be necessary.
Oh, it's very necessary, sir.
The power of this chemical is way beyond anything you can imagine.
An ecological disaster, sir.
Plus the devices themselves are complicated.
That's why you're coming with us.
- I am? - You're the expert. What's your problem?
You mean I'm going, going out there, under the water?
Well, earlier today you wanted a gun.
Now you're getting a gun and a wet suit.
Have you ever been in a combat situation?
- Define "combat," sir. - Shep?
An incursion underwater to retake an impregnable fortress held by an elite team...
of U.S. Marines in possession of 81 hostages and 15 guided rockets...
armed with V.X. poisoned gas.
Oh. In that case, no, sir. Excuse me.
- Here. - Ah, thank you.
You don't look too good.
In fact, you look like shit.
My stomach's doing hula hoops around my ass.
You all right?
I mean, you gonna make it through this thing?
I don't know.
I always expected something like this was going to happen,
but nothing prepares you for it.
Now I'm-- I'm responsible...
for a whole city.
Look, I know this isn't easy for you.
Remember you were trained for this kind of a situation...
and believe me, it'll come back to you.
Besides, you got the best SEAL team in the country backing you up.
Okay. You're right.
I-I'll be on the wire. I'll help talk you through it.
There's something else.
It's terrible. N-No, it's wonderful,
except it isn't.
My girlfriend's pregnant...
and she's just flown in to see me.
You keep your mind on what you're going to be doing out there tonight.
And I'll send someone to pick up your girlfriend and bring her here to the command center.
- Hummel! - Hello, Frank. Lou Linstrom.
I'm at the White House with General Kramer.
Uh, Frank, uh, we're havin' a few problems with the account transfer.
- Don't tell me problems, tell me solutions. - Now, we've spoken to the president,
and I know that you're well aware of his stance on terrorism.
- So what we'd like to do is-- - This isn't about terrorism. This is about justice.
It's about reminding you people who found it politically convenient to forget.
This is goin' nowhere, Frank.
Well, then, let me tell you what is.
Fifteen V.X. gas rockets into the heart of San Francisco.
You've got 17 hours to deliver the money.
Or be prepared to reap the whirlwind, gentlemen.
- What's the word from Mojave? - General Peterson can give us...
no definite assurance on the thermite plasma.
That is the word.
Green light to SEAL incursion.
Fall in! All right, listen up.
Mr. Mason will run point for us.
Lieutenant Shepard will be attached to his hip.
You breathe, he breathes with you. You piss, he helps.
Understood?
Dr. Goodspeed is our specialist.
When he neutralizes the threat, we launch green flares and we wait for the cavalry.
Make no mistake, gentlemen. We're in the fight of our lives...
against maybe the greatest battalion commander in the Vietnam War.
I shit you not.
Any questions?
Let's load up!
After you, ace.
Pass out and activate the minicams.
Everything set here? Minicams operational?
Roger that, sir. We are on-line.
Shep, what's the status on the special operational gear for Mr. Mason?
Uh, let's see. We have, uh,
one quart of kerosene in a squeeze bottle.
Three washers and waterproof matches.
Use the green flares to signal when the threat has been neutralized.
Now, this is atropine. If you come in contact with the gas,
you have 20 seconds to inject it into your heart.
Don't fuck with me on this. It may save your life.
I have three incoming bogeys bearing 275.
Range: 6,000 meters.
FBI Command Center?
- Oh, I would just love for you to tell me what is goin' on. - Nope.
Listen, Stanley Goodspeed is my boyfriend. Actually, he's, um, my fiancé.
- Where is he? - Classified, lady.
Okay. Well, you just sit here and act like a Bureau bonehead, then.
Hey, where are you g-- Goddam it!
Decoy choppers commencing run to Alcatraz.
I just lost one, sir. I just lost one.
- We only got two flying in. I just lost one. - Shit!
In my day, we did it all with a snorkel and a pair of flippers.
- Your day? - Yes. Didn't you read my résumé?
I don't-- I don't know anything about you.
- Hmm. I know something about you, Godspell. - Goodspeed.
Goodspeed, Godspeed, Godspell,
you never went to any antiterrorist school.
So just make sure you don't get us all fucking killed.
- We're goin' dark. - Night vision!
Raider One has dropped below radar coverage,
heading around Treasure Island.
Sir, we've got two bogeys bearing due east and closing.
Decoys?
- Prepare to deploy! - Good luck, Commander.
Sir, Raider One is at the drop zone.
Stanley's not a very good swimmer. I mean, he can't even snorkel.
- Everyone, good to go? - Good to go!
- Good to go! Good to go!
All right, so the S.D.U.s have been deployed, and the Eagles are in the water.
Major, I want the perimeter patrolled to the west end of the island.
- Double-time it. - Yes, sir. Hendrix!
- You lead the patrol. - Aye, aye, sir.
Let's move. Move out! Move out! Move out!
The Eagles are on the Rock. They've entered the cistern room.
Thank you very fucking much, Mr. Mason.
You've led us into a room with no exit.
- Any ideas, Dillinger? - Figure it out soon. We're sitting ducks.
We're a little tight on time.
You stand by the door until I open it.
I'd like to know how you plan on accomplishing that?
Through here.
- You're shitting me. - I memorized the timing.
I just hope it hasn't been changed.
You catch one of those flame bursts, you're a corpse.
- Thank you. - Commander, you said never to leave his sight, but, uh--
Stand fast, Lieutenant.
Have a nice day.
- Where'd you dig up this guy? - That's classified.
Clear here, sir. No motion sensors tripped.
- Nothing. - Well, tell 'em to stay out there.
Sweep forward!
Looks like he fucked us, Commander.
I knew it. That son of a bitch jumped ship.
Welcome to the Rock.
- Mason. - That's a no-no.
That's the subway. That'll drop you into the tunnels.
Do it!
Sir, the Eagles have breached the tunnel system.
You enjoying this?
Well, it's certainly more enjoyable than my average day.
Reading philosophy, avoiding gang rape in the washroom.
Though it's less of a problem these days. Maybe I'm losing my sex appeal.
We've got seismic activity in one of the storm grates. North side.
Continue patrolling the area.
Sweep forward!
Commander, halt. We've got movement.
- They're hearing sounds above, sir. - Stand fast.
Down, down, down.
West storm drain's clear.
Ninety-seven paces to the shower room.
The Eagles are now at the access tunnel. They're right under the shower room, sir.
Fiber optics.
- Something's not right. - I got a bad feeling about this.
Quiet.
Motion sensors.
- Beams cutting across the manhole covers. - Deal with it.
Commander, the beam is hitting some sort of reflective device.
Possibly a prism.
I want to use a mirror to cut the beam,
send the beam back to its source and then I'm gonna move the prism.
We've got motion on a trembler in the shower room, sir.
We've got visitors. Let's move.
Got it. Good to go.
- Fuck, man! I knew this would happen! Fuck! - Move!
Stand fast. We'll secure the area.
They're entering into the shower room, sir.
They're securing the area.