The Base

What do you make of this mission, Murph?

I mean, come on.

It's not every day the Mexican government turns over one of the

powerful drug lords to the U .S.

Didn't ask, Tommy.

Just following orders.

All right, gentlemen.

We'll move in, we'll move out, and make it quick.

Any questions?

No, sir.

Woody?

No, sir.

Spencer. Yes, sir.

Lock and load, gentlemen.

Your eyes open.

What's this?

Get up.

The Americans are coming for you.

Yes.

And for you, who's coming?

Santos, get up! Son of a bitch!

Thank you.

Come on, bring my Santos.

Let's go, Santos. Let's go.

Senor Tonto, if you play this like a gentleman, we'll do the same.

Poor dead gentleman.

What a waste of fine manners.

And no smoking in the car.

Tommy.

Danger, we got company.

First, we gotta move.

General Luxembourg, I'm not proud of myself, sir. Believe me, if I had the

nerve, I'd blow my brains out.

I am afraid to die. I want total immunity.

Total immunity or the deal's off.

Santos was taken out today. You think I have time to wait for a callback?

Check your email at the Pangon and get back to me soon.

What is this shit?

What's up, Bethlehem, huh?

That's pure coke with no cut on it. This shit's been stepped on. Hey, fuckhead,

you came to us, right?

Do you want this stuff or not?

Look, we want it, but the price is too high. The price is the price, asshole.

Well, we ain't gonna pay.

And leave the money.

Gracias.

I'm tired of dealing with those low levels to come back, boys.

We've got to stop thinking bigger.

Twenty -three hours.

It's going down now, Sarge.

Estelano is taking care of business.

Do we have a deal? Did I get the immunity?

Yeah.

You're immune.

You rat bastard.

Stand down!

Fox

1 to

Fox 2.

Immunity has been granted.

I know those men were like family to you, John.

General, my men knew the risk they were taking. But this op was double

classified. If there was any doubt that this location was... There is always

doubt, John.

You know that.

It turns out Santos' men were tipped off by a Mexican government official.

And instead of rescuing Santos, Rosado executed him. Well, maybe it's time you

tell me why we were so interested in Santos to begin with.

Sir.

Come on in.

I believe you know everyone, John.

Major. Have a seat.

Ricardo Santos.

The Mexican drug lord we were attempting to extradite. We were hoping Santos

would provide information regarding payoffs to American soldiers patrolling

Calmex border.

As it turns out, he was assassinated by this man, Emilio Rosato.

Santos is second in command.

He was pending to rescue him, killed him instead, and took over his operation.

What we're going to show you now, Major, are the soldiers that we believe

benefited from the attack on your unit.

This is Sergeant Michael S. Gammon, U .S. Army, stationed at Fort Tillman.

Gammon. He was given a silver star after Desert Storm, wasn't he?

Rescued a ward full of patients from a hospital during his gut attack? That's

right. Gammon was a solid career man until a nervous breakdown three years

He was on medical for a while.

He returned in excellent condition, but he was overlooked for a promotion.

Why? He cracked.

Cracks can be patched, Major, but the weak spot's always there.

Corporal Theodore Knox, Nicholas Castellano, Richard P. Henderson, all

stationed at Tillman. Fairly clean records, although Castellano came into

Army as a problem child.

Knox is Gammon's shadow.

Henderson is his right hand.

These snapshots were sent to us courtesy of Lieutenant Stephen Doyle, also

stationed at Fort Tillman.

Seems that Gammon and company have been getting fat taking payoffs from Santos

on the Mexican border.

They've probably already cut a deal with Rosato.

That sounds like a case for internal affairs, sir, not army intelligence.

John, you're the best there is.

South America, Bosnia.

No one's record even comes close.

With all due respect, sir, busting fellow soldiers is not my forte.

This is not a case of simple border corruption.

Lieutenant Doyle has already admitted involvement in drug trafficking and

racketeering. He was going to testify in exchange for immunity.

Gammon and his men are selling drugs to the local dealers and U .S. munitions to

a major cocaine distributor.

Lieutenant Doyle called us last night from his office on the base.

Shortly thereafter, he was murdered.

This is a very grave and delicate situation, Major.

We need your help.

Who's commanding the base?

Brigadier General Albert Becker.

You think he's involved?

Well, that's what we want you to find out.

Lieutenant Andrews will be your contact in California.

I believe you two have worked together before.

Yes, sir, we have in the Philippines.

It was hot.

You'll be wearing a wire this time, Major.

So try not to sweat.

Papers? Yeah.

Thank you. Have a good day.

You're welcome.

Record you are, Corporal Dalton.

Sir.

Your record here has more spots on it than a Dalmatian.

Sir. But then I suppose if you were an exemplary soldier, they wouldn't ask us

to straighten you out, now would they?

No, sir.

I'm well aware of the fact that I am an officer, son.

When I need a reminder, I will send for the president.

You gonna behave yourself in our fine base here, Corporal Dalton?

I'll try, General.

You try.

You are gonna try.

Let me tell you something, son.

I will bust your ass down to a buck private, you fuck up here.

The bullshit stops here, comprende?

Comprende, General.

Good.

That'll be all.

The first four strikes, gentlemen.

One, two, three, four.

Again, pick up.

Once again, full speed.

One, two, three.

Cancel auto. You're up. Yes, sir.

Again.

Good morning, Sergeant.

Corporal John's out reporting.

Senator Becker assigned me to your unit. Thought I might do well here.

Everybody does well in my unit, Corporal. You've come to find that out.

Stand easy.

Tell you what.

Since your first day at all, take it easy on you. How about that?

Yes, Sergeant.

Knox, trap and center.

Corporal Knox, Corporal Dalton.

I'd like to show this man how to fight.

Gentlemen, sit in the pit.

Corporal Dalton, square your deer away on the ground. Yes, Sergeant.

It's done, Big Daddy.

Stop!

Heads up!

Who the fuck is that guy, son?

Ah!

Don't show me shit.

Dalton, stand down.

Let him go, Corporal Dalton.

Now, God damn it.

I'm going to skin you next time. We'll see.

Thanks for taking it easy on me today, Sarge.

Permission to wash up, Sergeant.

Dismissed. Get the hell out of here.

that we are lucky.

Hey, we got an assignment.

Get your gear together. Let's go.

ASAP. Put a goddamn fire in it, man. Come on.

As you were.

All right, gentlemen, listen up. New man briefing.

I want to stress the significance of our responsibilities out here.

We patrol the California -Mexican border in an effort to deter and, if

necessary, detain any nefarious alien personnel attempting to cross the

of this fine country without proper documentation, i .e., drug dealers,

desperados, or general scumbags.

Dalton, you have any questions?

No, Sergeant.

Good.

First assignment, Henderson, Knox, Castellano. I want you all to take the

sector over here. You have any questions?

No, sir.

All right, I'm going to partner up with old Jackie Chan over here while you boys

finish licking your wounds.

Yes, Sergeant.

Now, Dalton, I paid attention today.

I read your 201 file.

Now, it's no coincidence that you're in my squad.