Battle Los Angeles Page #3

Synopsis: Los Angeles and other cities around the world are being bombarded by meteors that seem to be slowing down once they hit the earth's atmosphere. The earth is suddenly being invaded by space aliens that have landed off the shore of LA, and who begin killing everybody along the beach. The military is ordered into action. Marine Staff Sergeant Nantz (Aaron Eckhart), who was about to retire, is reassigned to a new platoon. The platoon, flown by chopper to the forward operating base at Santa Monica Airport, is being led by a new 2nd Lt. Martinez (Ramon Rodriguez). They are sent on a mission to rescue some civilians who are trapped at the police station within alien territory. They only have 3 hours to complete their mission and get out before the Air Force bombs that zone.
Genre: Action, Sci-Fi
Director(s): Jonathan Liebesman
Production: Sony Pictures/Columbia Pictures
  1 win & 3 nominations.
 
IMDB:
5.8
Metacritic:
37
Rotten Tomatoes:
35%
PG-13
Year:
2011
116 min
$83,537,651
Website
1,390 Views


so they can identify his body.

Be advised, enemy have

heavy assault weapons.

Firepower equal

to high-explosive rounds.

Hey, staff sergeant! Promise me

you won't let me be taken alive...

...by some godless predator

from another world, staff sergeant?

No promises in combat.

Stop screwing around

and keep your head in it!

These units are falling tactically.

Their strategies are coordinated.

Do not underestimate enemy

combat intelligence.

We are not evacuating civilians

fast enough.

I say again, we are not evacuating

fast enough.

All units be advised, there are

friendlies behind enemy lines.

Semper Fi, 1-7 Actual, out.

You gotta take me to dinner first, baby.

Boys, hold on to something.

Things are about to get rough.

Let's go, let's go, let's go! Out! Go!

Move, move, move!

Form it up!

- What do we got, sir?

- All right, situation is as follows:

Most of Santa Monica's

been cleared of civilians.

We got a defensive line at Lincoln

Boulevard a mile from the ocean.

Air Force has got Warthogs

and B-52s on deck.

At 1930 hours, they will pound the

entire area from Lincoln to the ocean.

Sh*t.

We're levelling Santa Monica, sir?

We got an infestation

of God knows what...

...not of this Earth and

we gotta hit them with everything...

...and we gotta hit them hard.

They are a ground-force enemy only.

They have no aircraft, so the Air Force

will tear them a new a**hole...

...and we will rule the air.

- You said "most civilians," sir?

- Affirmed.

Getting distress calls,

sending squads out.

Golf, you take Santa Monica

to Olympic.

Foxtrot, Olympic to Pico.

Echo, Pico to Ocean Park.

Lieutenant Martinez,

I want you to break off a squad...

...and a machine gun team.

Proceed west from Lincoln

to a police station located here...

...at Venice and Amarosa.

- Venice and Amarosa.

Police were overrun.

Got a distress call that civilians are

still there. We don't know how many.

Just gather survivors,

then you radio in.

We'll have helicopters

in the area to evacuate you out.

Now, be advised, you got exactly

three hours before our bombs drop.

And make no mistake, they will drop,

with or without you.

Get those civilians,

get the hell out of there...

...and you kill anything

that is not human.

Let's go! Let's get it done!

Captain, this is not a drill. You hold

that line, you understand me?

Yes, sir.

- From the coastline into suburbs.

Golf company is overrun.

Lima company

requesting immediate air support.

Civilians are being stranded

behind enemy lines.

Hang on, One!

Fire in the hole!

Troops are amassing in every coast,

along every major coastline.

The UN has called

an emergency sitting...

...in an attempt to establish

a means for sharing resources...

...and intelligence across the globe.

Watch out, go!

This way?

Where are we supposed to go?

Jesus Christ.

Marines, anything beyond this point,

consider to be hostile.

All right, nice and easy.

Clear.

Hell of a way to earn your citizenship.

Sh*t. I'd rather be in Afghanistan.

Lieutenant. How many civilians

we gotta get out of that police station?

I have no idea, Guerrero.

Just stay focused.

- What the hell's that? What is that?

- This is insane.

Yo, eyes open.

An unidentified enemy

has breached our coastlines...

...in a swift and militaristic attack.

At this point, there are many more

questions than answers.

Right now, one thing is clear:

The world is at war.

Eyes open.

You see something, Simmons?

Can't see sh*t.

- Kerns, you see a cross street?

- Lieutenant, I don't see nothing.

Police station's

about one klick northwest of here.

- Twelve o'clock!

- Hundred metres front.

- This is Echo 6, we need immediate...

- Turn your radios down.

- It's just a dog.

- Just a little doggy. Come here.

- It's just a dog.

- Dog.

- Dog.

- Dog.

What's his name, huh? "Glenn."

Kidding me. Who's the idiot

naming dogs these days?

What do you wanna call him, Fido?

Watch out!

- Where's it coming from?

- I don't know.

Lenihan, watch your head!

On the roof!

Enemy fire! Eleven o'clock!

- They're on the roof! On the roof!

- Cover him!

Twenty-five metres!

Twenty-five metres!

- Lieutenant!

- Left flank, on the roof!

Covering, covering!

- We gotta move now!

- Lockett!

- Yes?

- Get me an exit down that alley!

Yes, sergeant!

Kerns, Motown, let's go!

Get up! Come on!

Falling back!

Let's go, come on!

Enemy fire! Watch your head!

- Where'd they come from?

- Fall back!

Enemy fire, keep your head down!

It's all over the damn place!

What do you see?

I don't know, man. I don't see sh*t.

How do we get out of here?

- Lieutenant, where's the exit?

- I'm working on it!

- Sh*t, we're boxed in!

- I'll take a position by the wall! Go, go!

- Move out!

- Ambush!

I don't have him!

I'm hit!

Cover me, Lockett!

- Man down, man down!

- It burns!

Sh*t!

I got you, Guerrero!

Lieutenant! Lieutenant!

I've got you covered!

We have an exit!

Everybody, move out! Move out!

Move, move!

Staff sergeant, we got an exit! Come

on, we're going! Come on, let's go!

Fall back, fall back!

Fall back, fall back!

Go, keep moving! Keep moving!

Lorenzo!

Move, move, move!

Keep moving, keep moving,

keep moving!

I can't see sh*t!

Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!

Lmlay!

Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.

U.S. Marines, coming in!

U.S. Marines, anybody in here?

Kitchen's clear!

The kitchen's clear, lieutenant!

Get on that window! Are we clear?

Put the wounded in the kitchen!

Kerns, Lockett, secure the back

of this house.

- Yes, staff sergeant.

- Staff sergeant, we're on it!

Doc, how long

till they're able to move?

Ten minutes. Ten minutes,

staff sergeant. Ten minutes.

You want me?

Come get some! I'm right here!

What do we got, lmlay?

I got nothing.

I can't see a goddamn thing.

- With this smoke, it's zero visibility.

- You're dead!

Stow that sh*t, Simmons!

You'll get shot before

you're able to kill any of them.

Your orders, sir?

I led us right into that ambush.

- Mottola, anyone on command?

- No, sir.

- We need to find answers to get out.

- You're in charge, sir. Your orders?

Let's radio that evac to meet us.

Civilians or no,

we gotta get these wounded out.

- Roger that.

- Hey, guys, guys. Where's Lenihan?

I didn't see him with us. Where is he?

- Lenihan?

- Lenihan?

Anybody got eyes on Lenihan?

- Lenihan!

- I'll go for Lenihan, sir.

Imlay, Harris, on me.

Let's get this sh*t out of here.

I'll package the wounded.

Rally on 10th Street.

Be prepared to move.

We're moving out soon.

Sh*t.

Mottorola.

Mottorola?

Oh, come on. Mottorola, you copy?

Lenihan, where are you?

Staff sergeant?

Jesus Christ. I had to turn my radio

off. These things are everywhere.

We're coming for you.

What's your location?

I'm in the laundry room

of some apartment complex.

It's like three storeys...

What colour is it? Lenihan. Lenihan?

Sh*t.

Lenihan.

Lenihan.

Sh*t.

So smooth...

Smooth is fast.

Sh*t.

Oh, sh*t.

- Lenihan!

- Lenihan, lower that weapon!

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Christopher Bertolini

Christopher Bertolini is a film writer and producer who is known for writing screenplays for films such as The General's Daughter and Battle: Los Angeles. more…

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