Day of the Warrior

- You could own me if you just call me Cobra.

- Lethal force security code compromised.

- Tiger, Amanda Black is in a budget meeting.

Red alert, Sherry.

- Washington has to protect our funding.

- I'll make Black Hawk aware of that immediately.

Red alert.

I'm relying on you.

I'll handle it commander.

- There's been unauthorized access to our master computer

here in Dallas by supercomputer in Washington.

It's only a matter of time before they identify

your agents in the field.

Doc Austin is in South Texas about to bust open the Warriors

Fine Art Smuggling Network.

Cobra's in Beverly Hills deep cover

posing as an exotic dancer.

She's plugged into his diamond pirating scam.

Our other two agents, Shark and Scorpion are in Las Vegas.

They've infiltrated the Warrior's porno operation.

Dammit.

We've got to get word to them.

They're in danger.

The warrior is our top priority.

If this break in is connected to him, he'll kill them all.

Hey!

You OK?

You OK?

All right, jeep's in the woods.

Go get it and bring it back.

Hey.

Mexico's 50 miles that way.

Start walking.

Give me the gun, Juan.

- There's no way to contact the agents.

They're scattered all over.

If we call them, it'll blow their cover.

Tiger, how long has it been since you've been in the field?

About two years.

- Well get it together, sweetheart.

You're going out again.

I'll contact Jordan in Washington and fill him in.

Then I'm off to Vegas to warn Shark and Scorpion.

I'm teaming you up with Tyler Ward.

Your assignment is to find Doc Austin.

Tyler is at the Dallas Air Station just outside of town.

He's taking his yearly proficiency tests.

I don't trust anyone else.

Colonel.

Nice flying, Major Ward.

US Reserve could use more men like you.

- Just missed out on Desert Storm.

You're the ones who saw real action.

- Speaking of real action, there's

a beautiful young lady from US Internal

Affairs waiting to see you.

Thanks.

Tyler, big trouble.

The security code has been violated.

We think it's a Warriors people.

They could have a mole in Washington.

My god.

That means our four agents on this case

will be hung out to dry.

- Willow is trying to locate Shark

and Scorpion in Las Vegas.

What about Cobra?

Is she still in Beverly Hills?

- Yeah, in deep cover posing as an exotic dancer.

We haven't figured out how to reach her without revealing

her presence to the other side.

Our assignment is to find Doc Austin.

He's in South Texas just this side of the Mexican border.

We've got to bring him in from the cold.

Bring him in from the cold?

That's real spy talk.

I love it when you do that.

Affirmative, top dog.

Now, let's clear the area.

- Kym, this is better than I expected.

Paintings from the great masters of Europe, gold

and Colombian art from South America and Mexico,

The Warrior will be pleased.

Our share will be worth millions.

Manuel, you are a genius.

I'm proud to be with you.

You should be.

Here's your nephew, sir.

Two Mexican federales had him.

Caught them on this side of the border.

Totally illegal.

They were beating him to get him to talk.

Did you kill them?

- Not quite, but I got their attention.

Hey, don't worry.

You know they didn't check with the Rangers

before they chased Juan in Texas.

I smoked the radio in Jeep.

It's a two day walk to civilization.

By then our work here will be finished.

Good thinking.

Killing federales, even the crooked ones,

could cause a real problem.

Juan, you are my nephew.

You stole from me, then you were stupid enough

to let the Mexican police catch up with you.

I should have let them keep you, but you would have talked.

We don't have all day.

Not to worry.

You I trust.

I could use more men like you.

Load these things into the van.

We must deliver these goods to the Warriors cabin

on Lake Dallas.

Clean up the area.

We're abandoning this location.

We'll be back for you in three days.

It's a long drive, my dear, almost to Dallas.

What would you do to entertain me?

Oh, I'll think of something.

- Here he is, boss, the guy the boys

caught snooping around the cabin at the lake.

He's a fed.

I was out camping.

I got lost.

He's a bad ass, boss.

It took four of them to take him.

He broke a few bones before they got him down.

Get in there.

I'm going to give you a break.

If you take me, you walk away clean.

In fact, I'm going to fight you with one

hand tied behind my back.

Delicious.

Bring more.

- Latest weather report from Malibu climate looking great.

Two surf nerds downloading soon into your mainframe.

Just as I hoped.

If anyone has infiltrated our operation,

we'll know within a few hours.

Our contact man in Washington has

succeeded in breaking into the Lethal Force computer system.

Who's that?

- All you got to know is his code name, Hard Drive.

Hard Drive.

- Mr. Drive has spoken with his two

proteges, new blood, a couple of high shots from Malibu.

They have no police record.

They're suppose to be two of the best hitters around.

Hey, Chaz, over here.

Hard Drive called.

We've been tagged to do a job.

Cool, JP.

But before we get into this, I need a shower.

- No problem, I want to check today's market report anyway.

So you got that thing wet yet?

What, a surfboard?

No, man.

It's just a chick magnet.

So how we do today?

- Market rocketed to a plus nine points early on.

The overall Dow average at this time is down six.

Two of our stocks are doing pretty well.

The GM is down 4 and 1/2 points.

That's not good, is it?

We're only up on four stocks this year.

Yeah.

And we're eaten it at 19 others.

At this rate the bank's going to call in our paper,

and we'll be filing Chapter 11.

- Face it, JP, we reek as investors.

I mean here we are a couple

of Harvard Business School grads,

and the, give or take a class or two,

and the only way we know how to make a killing

is by making a killing.

I'm afraid you're right.

Like grandma used to say,

always have something to fall back on.

So where'd you get the chicks?

- I ran into them yesterday at the brokerage house.

They're stock analysts, MBA's from Stanford.

- Is that all you know about them?

- Hey, they're smart, they're rich, and they're easy.

We have something in common.

We're easy too.