Sweepers

Argo!

What's wrong with that dog?

Hey, Ace.

That should keep Johnny happy for a few years.

He's been bugging me for weeks.

Hm.

Pretty good on me, huh?

So who brought the tin can?

I don't know, but MIG said it worked great in Cambodia.

You want to go for a ride, Ace?

I hate those damn things--

prefer the fresh air.

I don't blame you.

So what's the story?

You need to move the party North, as usual.

Nobody invited the land mines.

So Johnny got in all right?

Yeah, sure he's at home with old Mo.

Waxman, get the snake ready.

We're going in 10.

Yes, sir!

So get this-- last night he says to me--

he says, why do you call me Bug, Daddy?

I say, well, hey, son,it's a pet name, you know?

Shows how I feel about you.

Can I speak to your CO for a second, guys?

Yes, sir.

So-- so he says, well, Mommy's got a pet name for you, too,

Daddy.

She calls you asshole.

See?

I told you she still loves you.

Sure.

So we got anti-tanks booby-trapped

with anti-personnels, all laid in a 50

meter radius from the well.

It's a real piece of ass.

Well, they're using a Chinese AV pattern.

Sweet and sour piece of ass.

Stop!

Down.

"Murder, She Wrote."

What is it now?

I don't know.

I'm trying to find out.

There's nothing I've ever seen before.

Man, I'm going back to get the med kit--

Just in--

-case.

You're crazy. You know that?

Thanks for drawing me a map to get back.

Watch your step, Doc.

Which one?

!

Troops in formation!

Go!

Go!

Watch the tank!

Oh!

.

To the !

!

!

Get out!

Johnny!

Johnny!

Stay there!

Johnny!

Johnny!

Johnny!

Right, listen up!

Inside that mansion is Senator Mitchell

Shepherd, the man most likely to be our next president.

He must not perish.

Recon confirms that the back and side entrances are

indeed wired with explosives.

However, the perimeter and the front door remain clear.

My call in is one alpha six ..

When that front door opens in exactly 93 seconds,

leave no terrorist standing.

GIs, hurry up!

Get into position now!

Is everybody ?

back inside.

What's the situation? - Go, go, go, go, go.

All right, Michelle, let's go.

The situation is demolition man inside.

They've taken Senator Shepherd hostage.

We've got recon checking back and side

entrances for explosions.

Look out!

Come on!

Let's go.

Hurry, hurry.

Come on, .

Move it!

What you going to do?

You can't go anywhere.

You're surrounded.

You can't get out of here.

Move in!

Move in!

We're almost here at the house now.

Oh, no!

Ooh!

Oh!

Ooh!

Uh!

Ah!

Oh!

Uh.

The blast that killed the SWAT team came from landmines.

What?

They planted land mines in my front yard?

I have a gardener, for Christ sakes.

He was arrested this morning Senator, the FBI assured us

that they had thoroughly searched

the grounds before the guests arrived and found nothing.

Now it seems that forensics turned up

some interesting fragments yesterday.

They suggested we send it to one of our specialists

for further analysis.

Jesus wept, son.

What are you telling me?

Terrorists with top secret technology?

Even the Arabs who blew up the World fucking Trade Center

had to light a goddamn fuse.

You're telling me that this thing is one of ours?

No, Alan.

What I'm telling you is it's one of ours, but we lost it.

This document was deemed classified,

making it illegal for Uncle Sam to export landmines.

Two years prior, your office had commissioned a company headed

by a man named Michael Lewis to develop

a new type of land mine for sale to the highest foreign bidder.

A smart mine, invisible to metal detectors

or explosive smelling dogs,most forms of mine sweeping--

and it's kind of--

One that contained a PTC,a personal tracking device.

An electronic brain that allows the A6

to track any approaching target, enabling it to

activate without contact.

And how do you know all about the A6, may I ask, Miss--

Michelle Flynn.

I created the PTC for Lewis.

After the moratorium passed, Lewis vanished.

Intelligence last traced him to Angola,

home of the rich UNITA rebels.

Their civil war is over.

Unita would be fools to deal in black market weapons now.

Mitch, I don't know how I can help you.

I do.

Sign this release form.

It's not New York over there.

Hm.

You call the Senator directly if you run into any problems.

The numbers are in this.

There's a man there, formerly of the Humanitarian Order

of Chivalry, a now defunct minesweeping

team, Christian Erickson.

The boy's talent for finding landmines

is exceeded only by his complete lack of discipline.

If there's an A6 to be found in Angola,

he may have already dug it up.

He was trained in the US Special Forces,

locked horns with his CO and demanded a discharge.

He joined the HOC, went to Angola, and never came back.

He's a real deal soldier of fortune.

He left his wife for it.

Angola, Angola, Angola.

You, too.

Hi.

You must be Shepherd's group?

Hi.

I'm Zukili from the embassy in Rwanda.

Come with me.

I'll explain as I walk, please.

Thank you.

Angola, Angola, Angola.

So what's the average number of mines

that a team would pull from a place?

Like--

Uh, most places, two's average.

But in Angola, it's more like four.

Thousand?

We are here--

the Gemstone.

Here we go.

Here you go, gentlemen.

A toast-- to the good Senator Shepherd--

a man with enough vision to send us here.

Because he knows that inside every Angolan,

there's an American trying to get out.

Yeah.

Come on!

Come on!

OK.

Your rooms are upstairs.

Here you go.

Now wait for me while I get some more information, OK?