David Weisberg, Douglas S. Cook, Mark Rosner

A couple of hundred years ago, a few guys called Washington, Jefferson and Adams were branded as traitors by the British, and now they're called patriots. In time so shall we. God-willing in less than 48 hours we will evacuate this place in gunships, under the cover of hostages and VX gas missiles. Your destination, a non-extradition treaty country. You will receive a fee of one million dollars for services rendered, but you can never again set foot on your native soil. Can you live with that?

The men of Marine force Recon are selected to carry out illegal operations throughout the world. When they don't come home there families are told fairy tales about what happened to them, and denied compensation I have choked on these lies my entire career. Well here and now, they stop. God be with all of you.

SINCLAIR: 3 tours in Vietnam, Panama, Grenada, Desert Storm. 3 Purple Hearts, 2 Silver Stars and the Congressional Medal of Jesus. This guy is a hero.

GENERAL: Legend would be a better description.

SINCLAIR: Now we can add kidnapping and extortion to his list of accolades.

SINCLAIR: Southern China, we never admitted we sent troops into Southern China.

HUMMEL: Who is this

SINCLAIR: Chief of Staff, Sinclair.

HUMMEL: Well, Mr. Sinclair, how old are you?

SINCLAIR: 33.

HUMMEL: Well, you've got no fucking idea what I'm talking about. By your ninth birthday, I was commanding black ops into China. My men were responsible for over 200 enemy kills. You're wasting my time. Now, remember Operation Desert Storm, surgical hits made by our smart bombs, covered so well on CNN. It was my men on the ground which made those hits possible by lasering the targets. 20 of them were left to rot outside Baghdad after the conflict ended. No benefits were paid to their families, no medals conferred. The situation is unacceptable. You will transfer $100 million from the Grand Canyon Red Sea trading funds, to an account I designate. I will give one million dollars to each of the marines' families. The rest I will disperse at my discretion. Do I make myself clear?

WALMAC: What's the Red Sea trading fund?

HUMMEL: It's a slush fund where the Pentagon keep proceeds from illegal arms sales.

GENERAL: Jesus, Frank, this is classified information.

HUMMEL: You alert the media, I launch the gas. You refuse payment, I launch the gas. You have 40 hours, till noon the day after tomorrow to arrange the transfer. I am aware of your counter measures. You know, I know it doesn't stand a chance. This is Hummel from Alcatraz, out.

OFFICER: Sixty or seventy

SINCLAIR: That's not so bad.

OFFICER: Thousand. Sixty or seventy thousand. Dead. One teaspoon of this shit detonated in the atmosphere will kill every living organism within an eight-block radius.

MASON: In charge of what? Fucking me over for another three decades?

PAXTON: I know nothing about your previous matters. I'm here because a special situation exists which you might be able to help us with.

MASON: And what might that be? I've been in jail for longer than Mandela, so maybe you want me to run for president.

STYLIST: No, stylist.

WALMAC: Just clippers, no scissors.

STYLIST: No scissors, you gotta be kidding. Do they tell Picasso no brush?

MASON: It's some kind of grunge thing.

STYLIST: Well it's certainly some kind of thing. Do you think we have enough time for protein pack?

WALMAC: No.

GOODSPEED: It's not mine.

WALMAC: Earlier today you wanted a gun. Now you've got a gun and a wet-suit.

ANDERSON: Have you ever been in a combat situation.

GOODSPEED: Define combat, sir.

MARINE: An excursion underwater to retake an impregnable fortress held by an elite team of marines, in possession of 81 hostages and fifteen guided-rockets armed with VX poison gas.

GOODSPEED: Well, then in that case, no sir.

ANDERSON: Hold your fire!

HUMMEL: This is General Hummel, drop your weapons!

ANDERSON: Commander.

HUMMEL: Commander Anderson, if you have any concern for the lives of your men then you will order them to drop their weapons.

ANDERSON: Sir, you know why you're out here. God knows I agree. But like you I made an oath to defend the country against all enemies, foreign or domestic. We have spilt the same blood in the same mud.

HUMMEL: Your unit is is covered from an elevated position. I'm not going to ask you again, don't do anythiung stupid.

ANDERSON: Marines under the command of General Hummel. You are Marines, under oath. We all have missions we regret, but that doesn't give you the right to mutiny.

HUMMEL: You call it what you want. But you walked into the wrong goddam shower room.

WALMAC: You wanna know? It's 1962. J Edgar Hoover is head of the FBI, some say the country. It's no secret he kept microfilm files on prominent people of the world. He had dirt on everyone in the world. Mason was the British operative who stole the files. We caught him at the Canadian border. The British claimed they'd never heard of him so we kept him without trial until he gave up the film. He never did. He knows our intimate secrets from the last half century. The truth about the Roswell incident, and the Kennedy assassination. He is angry. He is lethal. And he is the only hope that we have got.

GOODSPEED: I'll do my best

MASON: Your best. Losers always whine about their best. Winners go home and fuck the prom queen.

GOODSPEED: Carla was the prom queen.

MASON: Really?

GOODSPEED: Yeah.

MASON: The feet thing.

GOODSPEED: Yeah the feet thing.

MASON: It happens.

GOODSPEED: Well do something about it, I'm having kind of a hard time concentrating.

MASON: What do you want me to do, kill it again?

MASON: What does it do?

GOODSPEED: One of these explodes in the airstream, it'll wipe out the entire city of people.

MASON: Really. What happens if you drop one pearl.

GOODSPEED: Happily it'll kill just you and me.

MASON: How?

GOODSPEED: Stops the brain sending nerve messages down the spinal column within 30 seconds. Any epidermal exposure or inhalation and you'll know. Small twitch in your back. That's the poison. Muscles freeze, can't move. Spasm so hard you break your own back and spit your guts out. That's after your skin melts off.

MASON: My God.

GOODSPEED: Well I think we'd like God on our side at the moment wouldn't we.

MASON: Yes, perfectly OK you fucking idiot.

MASON: All I know is that you were big in Vietnam, I saw the highlights on television.

HUMMEL: You have no fucking idea what it is like to lead some of the finest men in Vietnam into battle, then see their memory betrayed by their own fucking government.

MASON: I don't see how you cherish the memory of the dead, by killing another million. This is an act of lunacy, General Sir. Personally, I think that you are a fucking idiot.

HUMMEL: Patriotism should be refreshed from time to time.

MASON: Patriotism is the virtue of the vicious, according to Oscar Wild.

MASON: Yes, I'm here. I was just thinking about how wonderful it was when the inmates weren't allowed to speak.

GOODSPEED: Not allowed to talk, how did you do it?

MASON: Nurtured the hope that there was some hope. That some day I'd breath free air, perhaps with my daughter. It's all that kept a man alive.

MASON: The moment they found out where the microfilm was they would suicide me. Some sort of solution.

GOODSPEED: So you ended up here. Which brings me to the next question. You broke out, let me see if I can get this straight. You went through the incinerator chute, under the mine closet - that was really cool by the way - under the steam engine, and into the systern, but how, in the name of Zeus' butt-hole did you get out of your cell. I only ask because in our current situation, that could prove to be useful information, maybe.

MASON: Trade secrets, my son.