Whiskey Xray 448 for
General Kirby. Urgent you respond.
Attention unidentified aircraft.
This is the Coast Guard cutter Marauder.
You're flying over
the San Miguel Gunnery Range.
This is a highly
restricted area.
You must change course,
or you will be forced to land.
- Acknowledge.
- Urgent. Repeat. Urgent.
You must contact
General Franklin Kirby.
You must first change course
or you risk being shot down. Acknowledge.
- They shoot the shit out
of this area all the time.
All the flights out of LAX
avoid it like the plague.
- Can you go below radar?
- Not marine radar.
Maybe if I get us close enough to the water,
the waves can camouflage us.
- Go down.
- Oh. Okay.
- Do it.
- Hang on.
We lost them, sir.
Slitting
a little girl's throat...
is like cutting
warm butter.
Put the knife away...
and shut your mouth.
I love listening to your little pissant soldiers
trying to talk tough.
They make me laugh.
If Matrix was here,
he'd laugh too.
Mr. Bennett, my soldiers
are patriots.
Your soldiers are nothing.
Matrix and I could kill every one of them
in the blink ofan eye.
- Remember that.
- Are you trying to frighten me?
I don't have to try.
When Matrix finishes the job,
he'll be back for his daughter.
Whether she's alive or dead doesn't matter.
Then he'll be after you.
The only thing
between Matrix and you...
is me.
It is you that is afraid,
Mr. Bennett.
You are afraid of Matrix.
Of course.
I'm smart.
But I have an edge.
I have his daughter.
- Is that it?
- That's the one.
Land here. It's the most
isolated spot we'll find.
Okay, here we go.
Now, you remember the message?
Commando, Kirby, Code Red,
Coordinates. Got it.
Don't break radio silence
until they see me.
- How will I know?
- Because all fucking hell is gonna break loose.
Be careful, Matrix.
Good luck.
Thanks.
He was not on the plane.
Kill her.
Welcome back, John.
So glad you could make it.
That little...
bitch!
Commando.
I say again, Commando.
This is Whiskey Xray 448.
I have an emergency priority message
for a General Franklin Kirby.
I repeat,
General Franklin Kirby.
General, you'd better get out here.
We have your message on the Teletype.
Jenny!
Jenny?
Jenny!
Daddy?
Jenny!
Daddy?
Daddy?
- Jenny!
- Daddy?
No. Not Daddy.
Come on!
Daddy.
- John! How's your arm?
- Come over and find out.
No, thanks.
I think I'll take a pass.
John, stick your head out.
One shot,
right between the eyes.
I'll make it quick,
just for old times' sake.
Bennett, stop screwing around
and let the girl go.
It's me that you want. I have only one arm.
You can beat me.
Come on, Bennett.
Throw away
that chickenshit gun.
You don't just want to pull a trigger.
Put the knife in me...
and look me in the eye
and see what's going on in there...
when you turn it.
- That's what you want to do, right?
- I can kill you, John.
Come on.
Let the girl go.
It's between you and me. Don't
deprive yourself of some pleasure.
Come on, Bennett.
Let's party.
- I can beat you.
- No.
I don't need the girl.
I don't need the girl!
I don't need the gun, John.
I can beat you.
I don't need no gun!
I'm gonna kill you now!
- Daddy.
- You're getting old, John.
You're getting old.
John, I feel good,
just like old times.
What's it feel like
to be a dying man?
- You're a dead man!
- Bullshit!
John, I'm not gonna
shoot you between the eyes.
I'll shoot
you between the balls!
Let off some steam,
Bennett.
Daddy.
Move out!
- Leave anything for us?
- Just bodies.
I'd just like you to start
up your unit again, John.
- All it would take is your coming back.
- This was the last time.
Until the next time.
No chance.- [Clattering]
- [Mutters] What's that?
[Moans, Sighs]
It sounds like
the garbageman.
- [Sighs] Oh? On Tuesday?
- [Yawns]
Maybe they changed
the schedule.
- [Moans]
- [Sighs] Oh, shit.
[Sighs]
[Clattering]
Oh! Wait a minute!
Wait a minute!
Hey! Hold it up,
you guys.
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