Athletes Who Rock the World Page #7

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and domestic.

General, we've spilled

the same blood in the same mud.

You know goddam well

I can't give that order.

We're dead.

Your unit is covered from

an elevated position, Commander.

I'm not gonna ask you again.

Don't do anything stupid.

No one has to die here.

Men following the general, you're

under oath as United States Marines!

Have you forgotten that?

We all have shipmates

we remember.

Some of them were sh*t on

and pissed on by the Pentagon.

- But that doesn't give you

the right to mutiny!

- You call it what you want!

You're down there, we're up

here. You walked into the wrong

goddam room, Commander!

- Stand fast!

- Goddam it, Commander, one last time.

You tell your men to safety

their weapons, drop 'em on the deck.

- I cannot give that order!

- I am not gonna repeat that order!

- I will not give that order!

- What the hell is wrong with you, man?

- Stand fast!

- Oh, my God!

- Let's waste these f***ers.

- One last time. You order

your men to safety their weapons...

Cease fire!

Don't go.

Cease fire!

Cease fire!

Sh*t! Goddam it!

Let go of me.

Let go of me!

Don't. Don't go.

It's over.

Oh, God!

Mason.

- We got some movement.

- Who?

- Two of'em!

- Who is it?

- Eagles 11 and 12.

- L-It's Goodspeed and Mason.

- I knew it.

I've gotta get a team together

right now. We've gotta move

with the second option.

What, and invite

another massacre? No way.

We've got a 60-year-old convict and

a lab rat. I'm telling you, it's over.

Not for Mason,

it isn't.

Goodspeed,

I'm not gonna kill you.

- Where are you going?

- Off this bloody island.

What? Wh-Wh-What for?

Goodspeed.

Goodspeed, do you read me?

It's for you.

- Sir?

- What's the status?

The status is they're dead.

They're dead!

It's just me and Mason.

Now he says he's leaving.

That is unacceptable.

Do you hear me? Unacceptable!

Well, there's a problem, sir.

He's got a gun.

What do you have,

a f***in' water pistol?

- No, sir.

- Go after him and stop him.

I didn't want this.

- Jesus, I didn't want this.

- You knew this might happen, Frank.

- Well, maybe now they'll pay up.

- Maybe now they won't, Captain.

Then maybe we need to execute

a few hostages.

- Got a live one!

- Put a bullet in him.

- You heard him. End it!

- Holster that sidearm, Captain.

Sir?

You made

a terrible mistake.

And more of our brothers

have died in vain.

Damn you for forcing me

into this position.

I need to talk to you

right now, alone.

Now you told me

I'm on a need-to-know basis.

And I'm tellin' you right now,

I need to know who the f***

John Mason is right now, sir.

All right, you wanna know?

is head of the FBI,

some say the country.

It's no secret he kept

microfilm files on prominent

Americans and Europeans:

De Gaulle, British members

of Parliament, even the Prime Minister.

I mean, this guy had dirt

on everybody in the world.

Yeah, I know all the cloak-and-dagger

stories. Where does Mason fit in?

Mason was the British operative

who stole the files.

But our Bureau agents caught him

at the Canadian border.

Of course, the British claimed

they'd never heard of him.

And we held him

without trial...

until he gave up the microfilm,

but he never did.

Well, I'm surprised Hoover

didn't use his daughter as leverage.

Hoover was dead in '72.

She wasn't born yet.

Today, well, it's

a different Bureau.

So you held this guy without trial

his whole life! No wonder he's pissed.

This man knows our most intimate secrets

from the last half century:

The alien landing at Roswell, the truth

about the J.F.K. Assassination.

And Mason's angry, he's lethal,

he's a trained killer.

And he is the only hope

that we have got.

Mason! Mason!

There are 81 hostages

still up there.

Yeah, like me.

All right, you wanna play tough?

You wanna play tough with me?

Okay. FBI!

Freeze, sucker!

- I'll fire.

- No, you won't.

- Throw down.

- You're not the sort.

Let's find out.

I could; you, no.

Besides,

your safety's on.

Goodspeed, have you

resolved the situation?

Not yet.

- He's got all the guns now, sir.

- Sh*t!

You're right, I don't use guns

and I don't kick down doors.

- This is what I do.

- I haven't got my glasses.

What it says is

Chemical Weapons Specialist.

That's right.

I got a lunatic up there, man,

with 15 missiles armed

with some really funky stuff.

That lying Womack.

You could've told my daughter.

It was classified.

Look, I'm in the same situation.

They've got my girlfriend in

the city with a baby on the way.

Look, I can defuse the rockets.

I really can.

But I'm gonna need your help,

and I'm gonna need it right now.

Sir, this man's weapons

and tack radio are missing!

Sh*t, we got a rodent problem.

Flush the pipes.

There's probably a maze of

tunnels on this goddam island.

Check every access you can find.

Sir.

Even if you escape

from the island,

you can't escape

the rockets.

So, where are you gonna go? Go where?

What are, what are you gonna do?

- Show me where the morgue is, Mason.

- I'm out of here.

What about your daughter?

Mason?

Rodents located.

The way I see it, you don't

really have any choice, do you?

I don't think you do.

Move!

They're onto us.

Burn 'em out.

This mother's gonna

blow big.

I don't understand. How could

we lose radio contact all of a sudden?

We've lost coms.

Still got 'em on locaters.

- So what's it gonna be?

- What?

How do you like

your choices?

- I don't.

- That's what I thought.

All right, come on.

This is the oldest part

of Alcatraz.

Did you know it was originally

a Civil War fort?

Oh, really? Huh. Yeah, wow.

You know, I like history, too,

maybe when this is all over, you and I

can stop by the souvenir shop together.

But right now I just... I just...

I wanna find some rockets.

Don't tempt me.

We are going to the morgue.

- You sure you're ready for this?

- I'll do my best.

Your best?

Losers always whine

about their best.

Winners go home

and f*** the prom queen.

Carla was

the prom queen.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Locaters have them approaching

the morgue, sir.

Come on, come on.

You can do it, Doc.

You must never hesitate.

I think you're shooting

too close to the rocket.

Him, but not the rocket.

Any other news,

Professor?

Not the rocket!

Not the rocket.

I got a little somethin'

for ya.

Oh, yeah, okay. That's just about

the most awful thing I've ever seen.

Mason,

the second you don't

respect this, it kills you.

Put it over there.

You've been around a lot

of corpses. Is that normal?

- What, the feet thing?

- Yeah, the feet thing.

- Yeah, that happens.

- Well, I'm having kind of

a hard time concentrating.

- Can you do something about it?

- Well, like what? Kill him again?

Listen, I'm just

a biochemist.

And most of the time I work in a glass

jar and lead a very uneventful life.

I drive a Volvo, a beige one.

But what I'm dealing with here...

is one of the most deadly substances

the Earth has ever known.

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