Brian Williams Reports: The Reunion - The President and His Men, 20 Years After the Gulf War Page #5

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- Hey.

Hey. Sam.

Sam, at least think about it

on your way home, man.

Getting a chance to meet my family

meant...

We ain't family!

If there's no money involved in this,

we never meet.

What does that tell you?

I don't care about the money.

I'm just glad to meet you guys.

I just wish I could've met my dad too,

man.

Let me bring you up to speed

on your family.

Your dad?

An abusive drunk and a sex addict.

Four kids, four mothers.

All right.

Did you at least get a chance

to meet your mom?

Yeah. Stripper.

Raised me for three years,

put me on a doorstep. See you, bye.

All right.

What about Leo's mom?

Cleaning lady for dad's bookie.

Died during childbirth.

Don't worry, him and Nina's mom

had a pretty good run.

Three, four years.

They were drunk the whole time.

Hey.

- He must have had good qualities.

- Sure.

He'd only beat up Leo because he

wouldn't hit a girl and was afraid of me.

Wait.

I rigged the door.

Kids were always sneaking

into your rooms in juvie.

Could be somebody still there,

wired the room.

You gave him a key and told the room

because it's not broken into.

Please. Please, a man was here

looking for you, but he's gone.

- Verdugo's men?

- No. No. American. I did not know him.

Open it.

You see?

Nothing.

Wait. Get down!

This your idea of an express checkout,

a**hole?

It's the same guys

who kidnapped Wills.

They know Rodriguez is dead

and somehow made the connection.

How did they know it was us?

Because we're the only morons

with bull's-eyes on our foreheads.

Do you still need help?

What are you doing here?

These men that worked with Edgar,

Americans...

...they came looking for you.

They killed my grandfather.

- Man, oh, man.

- I know every trail, road and canyon...

...for a hundred miles.

We're gonna need guns.

Leo, get in the back.

Stop here. We're close.

It used to be a weapons depot

for the military.

Now Verdugo uses it.

- He's gonna kill us anyway.

- How are we gonna get in there?

They gotta have some sort of, like,

security system, or fancy locks...

No. Don't worry about it.

You take care of the guards, I'll get you in.

Se or.

Don't know why we don't just shoot

the lock.

It's gonna be a lot faster

if I just shoot it off.

Yeah. If the gunshot

doesn't bring the whole town down...

...your big mouth is going to. Shut up.

Hey, guys,

you mind giving me some room?

- Yeah. Oh, sorry. Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Where did you learn that?

- I met a guy when I was a kid.

We called him Uncle Jimmy.

He's the best B & E man in the country.

He taught me

how to get in and out of anything.

Hey, guys, come in.

Oh, my God.

This must be what Charlton Heston's

first wet dream looked like.

This will definitely do.

Someone is gonna have to show me

how to use one of these.

You know what, kid?

I have absolutely no idea.

But I bet big bad Sammy the cop

will show you.

No, sir, only the bad guys get these.

Grab a high-powered automatic rifle,

some grenades.

Leo, don't blow yourself up.

How do you feel, boss?

Sorry.

Well.

Well, listen to you.

I do believe that apology is sincere.

I mean, there's nothing

like a peek at mortality...

...to sharpen hindsight, huh?

My life has been about money.

I have trouble seeing past it.

Don't tell me.

And now you're wondering

if money is what life is all about, huh?

That's clichd, man.

But I'm with you.

Because that is the question.

Is the money enough?

I mean, is anything less

than blowing your head off enough?

Because that's the thing

about blowing somebody's head off.

Oh, boy, it is definitely enough.

If you're gonna kill me,

could I say goodbye to my family first?

What? Tell them you love them,

that sort of nonsense?

Yes. Please.

Wow, that is touching.

Yes.

Relax, will you?

I couldn't even figure out how to load it.

I'm not really a gun kind of guy.

Only one road takes us close

to the canyons...

...and they'll see us coming for miles.

We'll need horses.

Wait... No, no. Horses?

No, I don't do horses, guys. Okay?

You any good on a horse, kid?

Yeah. I spent a few years

on a work ranch for delinquents.

Heigh-ho, Silver.

The Mennonites have the best horses.

Supplies, clothing also.

Mennonites?

My ass hurts already.

Over here.

Sir?

I'm gonna need a real gentle one.

Like...

I'd like to smell the glue.

- Okay.

- The roan is beautiful.

An excellent choice. You know horses.

You got one

where my feet can still touch the ground?

She won't take a saddle.

- Yeah. She's been abused.

- Abused?

No.

Some require a firm hand.

Yeah, she's been burnt by the hobbles.

Her ribs are bruised.

Whipped pretty hard on the backside,

and maybe kicked even.

- Is that your idea of a firm hand?

- This horse almost killed a man once.

I don't doubt that.

Maybe you can do better.

Yeah.

Well, you don't deserve this horse

or any other. We'll take it.

Come here. You stay there.

Yeah. Yeah.

Listen, I got it.

I'll let you take care of that, Sam.

Go right ahead.

That's my brother, you know.

- You don't seem like brothers.

- Yeah. Tell me about it.

He's pretty good with that horse, though,

ain't he?

I've seen that kind of training before.

Very gentle.

Thattagirl.

Are you a policeman too?

No.

No, no, no.

Not me. Just Sam.

Is he a good one?

I'm sure he is.

He's good at everything he does.

Except people.

Sorry about your grandfather.

What do you think of Little Joe now,

huh?

The kidnappers gotta be talking

to the FBI.

There's no phone lines,

no cell phones to trace.

Unless scrambled through a computer.

Wireless phone modems and cell phone.

- E-mails.

- Hold up. Hold up.

They're gonna need a generator.

Generators powered by gas.

Only one gas depot

between here and the canyons.

- Can you find it?

- I'm Indian, remember?

Like your cowboy movies.

I get down, put my ear to the ground,

smell the horse dung, sniff the wind.

That's all we're good for, right?

What's wrong with Hiawatha?

Wake up on the wrong side of the bedroll?

Considering what she's been through,

maybe we could cut her some slack, huh?

Come on. Come on.

Yeah, I guess Little Joe is right.

That was kind of stupid.

You know what's stupid?

The whole Bonanza thing.

That's stupid.

You must have cared about him once.

A long time ago.

Edgar was like my father.

He protected me from the things

he knew I would not tolerate.

You mean he lied to you?

That's what I mean.

When I found out the true nature

of what he did, I left.

Again, like my father.

What is it that your father did?

Verdugo worked for him.

Hey!

How do you get these things to go

if they don't want to?

The gas depot is over the next rise.

About a mile.

All right, we'll rest near here

and we wait for dark.

That is one gorgeous woman, ain't it?

Definitely.

Hey, tell me, little brother,

how do you do it, huh?

With the ladies, I mean.

I'm not asking

because I need pointers or anything...

...but good Lord knows

that I do just fine on my own but...

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