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I'm Robert Kolinzki.
I'm a reporter from the, uh, weekly L.A. newspaper.
Good for you.
Can we get started?
- I'd like to order coffee first, if you don't mind.
- Okay, sure. Uh, let me get the waitress.
I saw her. Waitress.
- My name is Maria, and I am your waitress today.
May I help you, please?
Coffee.
- Coffee. - Straight up, black.
Yes, sir.
And for you, the young one?
- Uh, just a hot chocolate. No whipped cream.
No whipped cream. Okay.
For the sir, black coffee, no sugar, no cream.
And for the young one,
hot chocolate, no whipping cream. Okay?
I will come back.
- I'm gonna set some ground rules here for ya, understand?
- But you told me you would tell me everything you know.
And I will.
But you must promise, never divulge my name.
Or any description of me.
No recordings, no photographs, no likenesses, no nothing.
I must remain completely anonymous.
Do you understand?
If you want to refer to me, you can refer to me as
a high-ranking government official or an inside source.
Okay, Mr. Karr.
Let me ask you something.
Have you ever divulged a source?
Never.
I once spent three months in jail
because I wouldn't tell the judge what my source was.
I know. I checked up on you.
- All right. Then you know I won't tell.
Very well. Let's begin then.
First things first.
I want you to picture, if you can,
an indiscriminate white van
traversing city streets.
Nothing particularly remarkable about this van,
except for the cargo which it contained.
And when it reached its final destination,
it delivered its cargo.
And it was The Beast.
Okay.
Let me explain.
Project S74 is among our
highest classified military programs.
The subject underwent
severest scrutinization imaginable.
This program centers around an induced physical ability
of every cell in the subject's body to rejuvenate itself.
He is, in essence, indestructible.
His primary function is to serve behind enemy lines,
where he functions solely as a killing apparatus.
He has the distinct advantage over the use
of biological weapons in that he has the ability
to distinguish between friendly forces and enemy
by means of a computer chip implanted into his allies.
He is programmed to kill anything
which does not possess such a chip.
He is not, unfortunately, programmed to stop once he starts.
And he requires a full 20 seconds to rejuvenate.
- That motherfucker killed Ramirez and Carter.
There's no way this motherfucker's gettin' off this plane.
- He's not gettin' off this plane alive.
You ready?
Yeah.
Go.
Mayday! Mayday!
Come here, boy.
- Get out of there, get out of there.
Whoa!
Did I just see what I think I saw?
Or maybe it was a little bit too much
of this here.
I-I'm gonna call the Sheriff's office.
Yeah. Yeah, hey, this is Old Man Johnson
out here on, uh, I'm on my ranch,
and I just saw a plane go down.
I mean, it crashed over there.
Yeah, you bet.
Yeah. Well, you, you tell Grady
that there's a plane crash out here.
Yeah. All right.
All right. Bye now.
Sheriff. Sheriff, what's your 20?
Sheriff. Sheriff, what's your 20?
Sheriff Grady, do you read me?
Come on, Jenkins.
This is Barett City, not L.A., I'm in my truck.
I'm about a hair past Juniper Point.
Copy that.
Do you see anything out there close to Juniper Point?
- Jenkins, all I see is the trees and the settin' sun.
We got a call from Old Man Johnson
about a plane crash.
Do you see any smoke, anything?
Old Man Johnson, huh?
Was he sober?
I guess, probably not,
but he sounded pretty convincing.
All right. I'll take a look.
Copy that.
Carl.
Grady.
How ya been?
I've been good. And you?
Been awhile.
Yep.
Oh, yeah.
- Kinda missed ya, you know what I mean?
Want a sip?
Oh...
That's good stuff.
Thank you.
Yeah. Whoa.
You been hittin' that a bit much today?
- Well, now, that's a fair question.
I'll tell ya this...
I saw what I saw.
You saw a plane go down?
Yes, sir.
You sure about that?
- You've never known me to be a liar, have ya, Bill?
- No, Carl, I don't know you to be a liar.
So, whereabouts did you see this plane go down?
Well, it was right...
right over there.
About a mile and a half up,
right over that ridge there.
Hm.
Did ya check it out?
Walkin' isn't one of the best things I do
these days, you know what I mean?
All right.
I'm gonna go call the deputy.
Do you mind if I take another pull off that bottle?
Oh, sure enough. You betcha.
Don't, don't be going anywhere with that there.
Yeah, Jenkins?
Go ahead, Sheriff.
- I'm over here at Old Man Johnson's.
Yeah. He's pretty sure he saw a plane go down.
Yeah. Have you heard anything from the FAA,
or the airports or anything?
Negative. Nothing at all.
Nothin'?
No, sir.
Uh. All right.
Are you gonna check it out?
- I'm gonna go check it out. Yeah, yeah.
Copy that.
Go easy on that, big boy.
I'm serious.
All right. Don't worry about it.
I'll take it easy.
Now, you all be careful out there, ya hear?
You be careful.
I might need your help.
Okay. All right.
Hey, be careful, ya hear? Be careful.
Hey, brother. What's up, man?
We've got a small problem.
Problem?
Wh-What are you talking about, problem?
You told me that your brother could handle everything.
Problem, Kirk.
I don't think you pansy-asses...
can handle all this glorious beer!
Oh, yeah!
Plus.
We got a couple bottles of the hard stuff!
- Dude! - Yeah! Woohoo!
- Bringing the hard stuff. Good man!
Finally. Jeez.
We are gonna get so wasted!
Yeah!
- Yeah. This weekend, we are gonna redefine wasted!
Fuck, yeah, motherfuckers.
Dude. They have no idea.
- This is gonna be the best weekend ever.
- Oh, great. I'm going camping with Cheech and Chong.
You love it.
Good job, brother.
I don't know why I doubted ya, man.
This is, this is lookin' good.
This is a nice selection.
- Um, you guys do know we're just going away
for the weekend, right?
- Apparently, these kids went up into the mountain
for a weekend of drinking and sex and debauchery.
Yeah, you know, uh, fun...
they were gonna let off some steam.
That's what kids do.
Call it whatever you like.
On top of that, two curious reporters
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