Broken Arrow

Ohh.

You see what happened there?

I'm pretty sure you hit me.

No. I give you left, left.

You think I'll give another left, and I gave you a right.

I'm just telling you...

that's what boxing's all about, OK?

You show your opponent one thing,

and you do something else.

That's how Ali took the title from Foreman.

He beat him with a rope-a-dope. Don't you remember?

I don't remember what day of the week it is.

That's right. Everyone thought Ali's arms had run out,

that he's on empty, but he's just setting Foreman up.

He's letting him burn himself out.

And then in the eighth round, he comes.

Poor George has got nothing left.

I always liked Bruce Lee movies.

Now you're learning.

Don't look at my hands. Look at my shoulder.

That's where the punch is coming from.

See?

You're still looking at my hands.

Now come on, let's try it again.

Come on, focus! Come on! Shoulders, shoulders!

- Here. - Nah. You keep it.

- Come on, you won. - Yeah, but I always win.

I mean, I feel so guilty about it.

Shut up and take it.

You know why you didn't beat me today, Hale?

You've been boxing for 20 years...

and you're better at it than I am?

No. You don't have the will to win.

Well, your insight is shattering.

You had me today.

You could have shut me down, but you blinked.

Yeah, well, we were only sparring, buddy.

Thinking like that is exactly why you lost.

- Now take this. - It's yours.

No, no, no, take it.

If you didn't give it everything you've got,

then I don't want it. Go ahead.

You don't understand. It really is yours.

I took it out of your wallet while you were in the shower.

- General. - General.

Major, were you recently promoted past me?

No, sir.

Then why are you smoking in my briefing room?

Sorry about that, sir. That will never happen again.

Sit.

You take off in the Stealth at 0-dark-30.

Fly a simulated, low-level border penetration.

Nap of the earth all the way.

- Usual scare the cows, wake the farmers. - Not tonight, buddy.

We're flying the B3 with two live nukes.

Palmdale's concerned about...

low-level gamma and x-ray diffusion...

screwing up the peripherals.

They want to send up a couple on a free dawn run, see if anything glows.

- 61s? - Big ones. 83s.

Whoo! Crowd pleasers.

- How's your head? - It's all right. I'll be fine.

I'm sorry about that.

Don't worry about. I'll get you back.

Ah, now you're dreaming.

After you, major.

These exercises are fantastic.

When the day comes we go to war against Utah,

we are really gonna kick ass.

Ground control, ready for rollout.

Park ranger.

I'd like to speak to you about this campfire.

- Should I go? - No, Wanda. You stay put.

Yeah, I know. No wood fires in the park.

Just as Wanda has a cold, and I'm trying to keep her warm.

Sir, have you seen any other hikers...

or campers in this area?

Not this time of year. So what's the fine for something like this?

Pretty steep.

Secured.

Jesus Christ. Drag him out of there.

Be smelling that all night.

Climb heading 287, flight level 200.

That's 287, 200.

I don't think that Aurora Project...

is going to happen for me. Spoke to your buddy Taylor.

He doesn't feel like I have enough fighter time to qualify.

And what did you say to him?

Thank you very much, sir. Good-bye.

You'll never change, will you?

And that, my friend, will be your downfall.

- Know what your problem is? - Yeah. I'm always right.

- You think you're always right. - That's deep.

You said so yourself you should have made colonel by now,

but you're too busy pushing at everybody all the time.

That's an awesome responsibility, isn't it?

McMurren control, this is Go-Seven.

Colonel, you boys in Utah still awake?

Copy, Major Deakins. We're ready and waiting.

Be advised, we're going to catch...

your sorry little butts this morning and bite down hard.

You may pass that along to Captain Hale...

with my compliments.

Wilkins is giving us attitude.

You want to take a turn tonight?

Tell him I'll gonna fly this thing in one ear and out the other.

He won't even know we were there.

Copy Colonel, Hale says that if anyone can catch us, you can.

And everyone get a fix.

They're about to turn out the lights.

- Ready, captain? - On your command, major.

Go to war.

Initiating stealth mode.

River valley approach. Here we go.

Colonel, they've gone to stealth mode.

We lost them on radar. Anybody still holding? Anybody?

Got capture on their heat signature, sir.

- Good. - They may be running cold,

but the air above ten-five is colder.

Good man, Frenchy. I like that.

Descend to 400 feet AGL,

altimeter setting 3001.

Air speed .7 Mach 3001, 400 feet.

Nap of the earth. Here we go.

Terry, you been through the Needles entrance tonight?

- No, why? - Mrs. Parker just called.

Oh, God. What is it this time? Another UFO?

Or did Elvis drop by for dinner?

She didn't mention him but said a bunch of trucks...

went through the Needles entrance by an hour ago,

and she thought they looked a little suspicious.

Clyde, what exactly does a suspicious truck look like?

I don't know, and I have no idea.

Me neither.

Yeah. The thing is though, she said one of the trucks was ours.

You're the only one out there tonight, so if it wasn't you...

She was probably just hallucinating.

But don't worry. I'll check it out.

- Lost them. - Damn.

Come on, keep hunting. Keep hunting.

We're below their eyes in the air. Proceed to primary target.

Descending to 200 feet.

Ridge coming up in 6 seconds.

I got it.

Whoo! Very nicely done.

- Excellent. - Switching to autopilot.

Almost as good as me.

I still left a few trees behind. I'll try to do better next time.

You really love this shit, don't you?

Where else can you fly a $2 billion plane...

800 miles an hour 100 feet off the ground?

That is a fact. That is a fact.

You're in for life, huh?

As long as they'll have me. Aren't you?

Nah, nah. I don't think so.

I mean, come on.

And you said it yourself, I should be colonel by now.

Instead, idiots like Boone become general.

Boone is not such a bad guy.

Oh come on, If he had a thought go through his head,

it would be the quickest trip in North America.

Oh, nah.

Flying doesn't mean what it used to mean to me.

Not the flying. Carrying the nukes. I know you.

You love having the power of God at your fingertips.

You get off on it.

Look out your window. There's something wrong...

with the terrain following here.

Shouldn't that starboard ridge be on our port side?

Aah!

Here she comes.

No!

What the hell are you doing?

Clyde, I'm standing here looking at half a valley,

and there's nothing going...

Holy shit!

I got them!

McMurren!

This is Deakins! Hale's lost it! I'm punching out!

Oh, shit!

Get me search and rescue. We got pilots down.

Plane crashed 18 minutes ago.

The White House chief of staff is on his way up.

Good morning, gentlemen. So, do I wake the President?

- Bill. - Jack.

Well, what have we got?

We're going out with this.

Rick's team prepared it.

"The United States Air Force regrets to announce...

"that early this morning a C141 heavy-lift cargo plane...

"went down over the Utah desert.

"The status of the crew has yet to be determined...

Yadda yadda yadda. "

Well, That's very nice bullshit, Rick.

- Thank you, sir. - We'll go with that.

Wait.

We're making a mistake.

Giles...

You have some input you wish to share with us?

Yes, sir.