Battle: Los Angeles

We've an unprecedented meteor shower falling off the coast of Tokyo.

The entire city is mesmerized by this incredible sight.

Two hours after the first contact

an unidentified enemy has reached our coastlines

in a swift and militaristic attack.

Right now, one thing is clear.

The world is at war.

At 14:46 Pacific Standard Time

12 different locations across the globe were breached

in what appears to have been a coordinated attack by an unknown enemy.

All breaches were along the coastline

in what is a campaign of rapid dominance.

This is a textbook military invasion.

There are massive casualties in New York.

Defensive lines are being set up in Boston.

And at 13:15 Zulu time,

we lost communications with San Francisco and San Diego.

Their status is unknown.

What we do know is that we are the last

offensive force on the West Coast.

We cannot lose Los Angeles.

We have five birds down two klicks west of CP Victory.

We're hit, we're hit! Tighten your asses, we're going down!

Command and control is down.

Civilians in need of support two klicks northeast.

Cables inbound. Engage your sectors of fire, over.

Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit.

Good Wednesday morning.

It's 94.5 with the Surfrider Foundation Morning Surf Report.

Surfers, hard northeast conditions blowing out there

the ocean slopping and chopping things up.

There is some size starting to build.

Come on. Come on.

- Morning, Staff Sergeant. - Morning, Staff Sergeant.

- Morning, Staff Sergeant. - Morning, Staff Sergeant.

- Morning, Staff Sergeant. - Morning, Staff Sergeant.

Morning, Staff Sergeant.

Morning, you little prick.

You know what they say.

You're only as old as you feel, Staff Sergeant.

That's what I'm worried about.

I can't feel a damn thing.

To the Pacific for our next report,

where what appears to be a small cluster of meteors

is predicted to enter our atmosphere sometime

in the early hours of tomorrow morning.

- Go ahead. - They're expected

to strike miles from land,

far into the Pacific Ocean and with the...

- John. - Oh, God.

What's up, Mike?

Hey.

What happened to that picture of us in Iraq with that camel?

I mean, your girlfriend.

Hey, is this for real?

It's got your signature on it.

I said that's gotta be a mistake, he can't write.

No mistake, John. I did my 20.

I know when to get out.

Come on. You got the box full of medals,

a file full of commendations.

You can have them. Seems you like interior decorating.

A Marine's got a shelf life, you know?

- After that... - What? He spoils?

Something like that.

I'll finish my training assignment with these Marines.

Get them combat ready.

And then I'll be on my merry way.

You know, we could always use another lean, mean typing machine.

Shit, I ain't built like you, John.

Ugly, slow, soft.

God.

You had to make some tough calls there, Mike.

Especially that last one.

We all wish your men made it home.

Here we go.

You're expired.

Clear the shelf...

Staff Sergeant.

Everything I know is in here, John.

What typically would have been detected months,

if not years, before

surfaced in less than four hours.

These images giving you some idea of the rate at which these meteors are traveling.

Scientists are abuzz, scrambling to try and understand it.

You know what, there's something just extremely uncomfortable

about a man your size sniffing a flower.

What you want is some hydrangeas.

Popular wedding flower, come in green, blue.

What color is the bridesmaids' dresses?

Good question.

You're amazing, just take a whiff.

Come on, smell it.

Yes, pretty girl?

For 300 more, she said we could have sprays of lilies.

Now, I know it's a lot but,

it'd be so beautiful. What do you think, baby?

300 dollars? Goodness gracious.

Well, I think it's a no-brainer.

I mean you're only getting married once.

What you're gonna worry about 300 bucks?

- Thank you, Stavrou. Thank you. - Yeah, no worries.

You know what? It's your day.

Do whatever you want.

I'm gonna hit you with something really heavy.

- What are you doing? - Busting your balls.

Tomorrow we shop for cakes.

And I can't wait.

I love cake.

Yo, Doc. What you doing?

Skyping back home.

Is that your girlfriend? Damn, she fine.

Doc. My boy.

That's my sister.

Goddamn.

Oh well, shoot man, I'm just speaking objectively here, you know what I'm saying?

Alright, no, stop playing! Stop playing!

I'm sorry, he's with someone right now. May I take a message?

Doc, is it alright if I have one of those first?

You eat it at your own risk.

They're very old.

So do you feel that you're making progress?

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

I'm sleeping a lot better.

And then also around the firing range and everything,

when I first came back and hear the pop, pop, pop.

I'd get very jumpy and it would mess with

me a little bit and a little bit of a setback.

But now it, you know...

doesn't bother me.

So I think that's progress.

So, what's the story with my status, doc?

I mean, are you gonna clear me for combat, 'cause...

Yeah, I feel good.

Let's meet again next week, and...

we'll discuss it, okay?

Alright, thank you.

Thank you very much, doc.

I see Harris' girl is making the dude organize his entire wedding

two weeks before we deploy.

I say the chick's busting his balls like nobody's business.

But he got two weeks to get it done 'cause we're out of here.

So I just came by to visit you one last time before we leave.

And I brought Dad's five iron with me.

And you know what that means.

Me and the boys are gonna go out tonight,

continue the tradition.

Have a good time, you know?

I'll see you soon, bro.

See you soon.

Motown, give me my boots. I'm going skiing.

Oh, that's how you do it, baby.

Here they come.

Don't mess this up, man.

They cannot know that you're a virgin, alright.

How do you know I... Who says I'm a virgin?

We know you're a virgin. Look at your face.

What are you telling her?

Telling her what?

Oh, come on, you guys. You're killing me.

That dog gonna hunt!

Damn, Daktari, you can play, man.

We have courses in Nigeria, Imlay.

Oh shit. How am I supposed to know that?

I mean it's an American game, right?

Adukwu's our Navy corpsman.

He's like a medic. No, not like a medic.

Medic is the Army. I'm a Navy corpsman, it's different.

Well, sailor, yes.

I came here to become a doctor.

Slow down.

That's like number five.

How many have you had?

No, I'm good.

Now, this guy over here,

- Mr. Lenihan. - Hey.

His mom signed so he could join up at 17.

And...

I look after him because this boy don't know his ass from a hot rock.

- Yo, not on my truck, dude! - Easy now.

Easy, buddy.

- Oh, yeah! - Not on my truck.

Toast.

To Lenihan.

To Lenihan!

Good luck, rookie.

Retreat, hell!

Emergency developing throughout NASA and the space community.

We now know that meteors will land off the coasts of eight different cities..

And that number could keep rising.

Evacuations now under way in Southern California,

moving the population back from the coastline.

But a lot of curious people are clamoring for views.

What are you doing up so early?

Lieutenant.

Still gotta get used to that.

This thing right?

Here.

- You want me to do it? - It's tricky.