Most scenes together: John Patrick Mason & Stanley Goodspeed (10)
The mission is not complete!
It is. When this is over, you'll go back home, driving Carla and the baby insane, in your beige Volvo. And I'll be dead, or back in prison which is the same thing.
You're not leaving--arrgh! (Mason punches him and walks off) All right, I'll do it myself! I got three weeks weapons training. I'll kick the...hell out of a platoon full of Marines! No problem.
Well, there's a problem sir, he has a gun.
Paxton What do you have, a **** water pistol?!
You enjoying this?
Well, it's certainly more enjoyable than my average day: reading philosophy, avoiding gang rape in the shower room. Though its been less of a problem these days. Maybe I'm losing my sex-appeal.
You're not leaving! Theres a madman in there, with his hand on a--on a button!
Shh. Some sniper's gonna get his ass.
You've been around a lot of corpses, is that normal? (Points to a dead marine whose legs are twitching)
What, the feet thing?
Yeah, the feet thing.
Yeah, it happens.
Yeah, well I'm having a hard time concentrating. Can you do something about it?
Like what? Kill him again?
Capt. Darrow Do you know how this shit works?! (flashes his knife) Come on, come on, I don't need the gun. I'll put it down, come on. Let's play! Come on, come on!
Listen, I think we got off on the wrong foot. Stan Goodspeed, FBI. Uh, let's talk music. Do you like the Elton John song "Rocket Man"?
Capt. Darrow I don't like soft-ass shit!
Oh, oh you don't, ok. Well, I only ask because it's you. You're the rocket man! [he fires the rocket out the window, taking Darrow with it] How do you like how that shit works?!
You broke out, let me see if I can get this straight. You went down the incinerator chute, on the mine car, through the tunnels to the power plant, under the steam engine–that was really cool by the way–and into the cistern through the intake pipe. But--ahem-hem!--how, in the name of Zeus's butthole, did you get out of your cell?! I only ask because in our current situation, well, it could prove to be useful information. Maybe!
Hey man, you just **** up your Ferrari!
It's not mine. [the kid laughs] Neither is this. [takes the kid's motorbike]
Are you sure you're ready for this?
I'll do my best.
Your best? Losers always whine about their best, winners go home and **** the prom queen!
Carla was the prom queen!
Really?
Womack tore up your pardon, John.
But of course. I knew he would.
The S.D.U.s and the scuba gear should still be where we came ashore. If you can get to the Pan Pacific Hotel, there's clothes in my closet, $200 in the Bible, Room 26.
Well, it's been a long time since I've said thank you to anybody... but thank you. Well, Stanley, I guess this is where we go our separate ways. I'm sure you understand the etymology of your name, "Goodspeed".
Yeah, God speed: To wish someone a prosperous journey. Why?
Well, if you fancy a journey, I recommend Fort Walton, Kansas.
I was thinking of Maui.
No... [puts something into Goodspeed's hand] Forget Maui.
St Michael's Church, Fort Walton, Kansas. Front pew, right leg, hollow. Is this what I think it is-[looks back at Mason, but he's disappeared] MASON!?
Commander Anderson Stand Fast!
Drop your weapons!
Hold your fire!
Agent Paxton It's a **** trap.
This is General Hummel, drop your weapons... Drop 'em!
Commander Anderson Anderson here, General Hummel. Commander. Team Leader.
Commander Anderson, if you have any concern for the lives of your men, you will order them to safety their weapons and place them on the deck.
Agent Paxton This is not happening...
Commander Anderson Sir, we know why you're out here. God knows, I agree with you. But like you, I swore to defend this country against all enemies— foreign, sir... and domestic. General, we've spilled the same blood in the same mud. And you know god damn 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.
Commander Anderson You men following the General: You're under oath as the United States Marines, have you forgotten that? We all have shipmates we remember, some of them were shit 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 goddamn room, Commander!
Commander Anderson Stand fast!
Goddamn it, Commander, one last time. You tell your men to safety their weapons, drop 'em on the deck.
Commander Anderson I cannot give that order!
I am not gonna repeat that order!
Commander Anderson I will not give that order!
What the hell is wrong with you, man?
Commander Anderson Stand fast!
Oh, my God!
Let's waste these ****ers.
One last time. You order your men to safety their weapons...
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. Eighty-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.
I'm 33-
Well, Mr. Sinclair, you've probably got no **** idea what I'm talking about. By your ninth birthday, I was running black ops into China. My men were responsible for over 200 enemy kills. Now 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 goddamn military burial. This situation is unacceptable. You will transfer 100 million dollars 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. [disconnects video call]
You've been around a lot of corpses. Is that normal?
Yeah, the feet thing.
Yeah, that happens.
Well, I'm having kind of a hard time concentrating. Can you do something about it?
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. So what do you say you cut me some friggin slack?
A really elegant string-of-pearls configuration. Unfortunately, incredibly unstable.
And what exactly does this stuff do?
If the rocket renders it aerosol, it could take out an entire city of people.
Really? And what happens if you drop one?
Happily, it'd just wipe out you and me.
How?
It's a cholinesterase inhibitor. Stops the brain from sending nerve messages down the spinal cord within 30 seconds. Any epidermal exposure or inhalation and you'll know. A twinge at the small of your back as the poison seizes your nervous system- [Mason has lifted the chem round to look at it] DO NOT MOVE THAT! Your muscles freeze, you can't breathe, you spasm so hard you break your own back and spit your guts out. But that's after your skin melts off.
If the rocket renders it aerosol, it could take out an entire city of people.
Really? And what happens if you drop one?
Happily, it'd just wipe out you and me.
How?
It's a cholinesterase inhibitor. Stops the brain from sending nerve messages down the spinal cord within thirty seconds. Any epidermal exposure or inhalation and you'll know. A twinge at the small of your back as the poison seizes your nervous system...[Mason has lifted the chem round to look at it] Do NOT move that! Your muscles freeze, you can't breathe, you spasm so hard you break your own back and spit your guts out. But that's after your skin melts off.
Oh, I think we'd like God on our side at the moment, don't you?
So what do you have in store for me, Womack, when this is over?
You'll get your life back, Mason.
But you could have given my life back years ago. [walks away, but turns back to Womack] Why should I trust you now?
You've got my word.
Will you shake on it? [Womack nods. Both men shake hands but Mason attaches a rope on Womack's hand and throws him off the balcony.]
