Enemy Gold

- Journal entry, February 19th.

I'm Lieutenant Daniel McKay.

The war between us and the Yankees

has been going on for four years.

We have engaged the enemy in battle at Pleasant Hill.

Both sides have lost a lot of men.

Though we have hoped for victory,

we are realizing how futile this war has been.

Everyone who dies is an American.

General Quantrell ordered me and my squad of 12 men

to go behind the Yankee lines to disrupt their supplies

and seize a gold shipment.

They hit us hard.

We got the gold, but only me and Sergeant Hanson got away.

Freeze.

Hold it.

Right there, little lady.

Well.

Damn, it's you.

Who is you?

English major.

(chuckles) Becky.

Becky Midnite.

- So, Chris Cannon, I never thought I'd see you again.

Chris, you know this lady?

Know her?

Hell, I trained her in the academy

in Virginia four years ago.

By the looks of it, I did a pretty good job.

Becky Midnite, Mark Austin.

It's a pleasure.

Didn't Chris ever tell you about me?

I, uh, thought we were an item.

- Chris, maybe I should leave you two alone.

- No, no, look, that's enough reminiscing, all right.

We've got business to take care of.

- In your last report to headquarters,

you said that things were getting pretty hot down here.

The agency said they'd send you in some backup.

- Yes, but I didn't know who or when.

Well, I guess you know now.

- All right, as long as you're here,

Mark and I were just about to go on a very important bust.

Do you have your stuff?

- Give me a couple of minutes, and I'll be dressed to kill.

Chris, who the hell is she?

- Just an old friend, a terrific lady.

She's obviously one hell of an agent.

Speak in the microphone.

Did she just plant that on me?

Nice work, Becky.

Becky, are you familiar with this crossbow?

It's the latest in silent assault weapons technology.

The tip of this arrow explodes three seconds

after penetration.

- Reminds me of an old boyfriend.

- Look, this is serious business.

This isn't some sort of training exercise.

Yes, sir.

I've got a plan.

Radio check.

I copy.

Let's move out.

Roger that.

- Slash, what the hell's wrong with you?

Get up, man, what's wrong?

You like that, huh?

How about this, huh?

You got a lot to learn.

What about a knife?

Oh, yeah.

We still got it, Rip.

All right, good job.

- We got work to do. - Not bad.

- You know that? - Let's do it.

- Come on. - Okay.

You get my gear.

Kid, get me a beer.

- Okay, I see them, and I'm going in.

Roger that.

Hey, lady, can't you read?

No trespassing.

Sorry, boys.

I was just out for a little drive and somehow I got lost.

- Darling, this is private property.

You ain't got no business being out here.

Awfully hot out here.

- Why don't you go get the nice lady some ice water.

- Oh, why you always telling me what to do?

Just go get the water.

- You better be nice to me, or I'm gonna tell Uncle Jesse

what you did to that chicken last night.

Go get the water now.

Don't mind him.

His parents is cousins.

Chris.

- Yes. - Bingo.

Let's take 'em in.

Let's go.

- What are y'all doing out here with those big guns?

- Oh, just a little squirrel huntin'.

Squirrel huntin', huh?

Mm-hmm.

You boys are out of business.

I'm Agent Cannon.

- (laughing) I've got your cannon.

Becky, duck!

Chris!

Nice shot, partner.

Becky, you okay?

I'm fine.

There go the other two.

Come on, let's get 'em.

No, no, wait.

- Dammit, they're gonna get away.

- Gotta stop thinking of me as just another pretty face.

Let's go, Mark.

Come on, get up!

On your stomach,

on your stomach. - Get up.

Put your hands behind your head.

- Up, come on, get up, let's go, let's go.

Get up.

Right there, right there.

- Get up, get up, get outta here.

Let's go, move it, move it.

Nice shot, Robin Hood.

Let's go, move it.

All in a day's work.

- Don't look now, but here comes to trouble.

Get down, get down.

(grunting) Okay.

- Just what in the hell is going on here?

This place looks like a war zone.

- Look, we're just trying to do our job.

- There's nothing in the agency's regulation

that says you can walk onto private property

without a warrant and reenact Desert Storm.

You're not supposed to make a move

unless you check with me first.

- We take our orders directly from Washington command.

- We take our orders from Special Agent Noble.

- I should have known the famous Agent Noble

was behind this.

You can bet that's gonna go into my report.

What's the official body count?

Two dead.

- By the way, just who in the hell are you?

Special Agent Becky Midnite

from the Washington division, sir.

- Well, Miss Midnite, are you familiar at all