Flashpoint

Copyright: 2004 Home Box Office, Inc.

Come on. Give me your hand.

I don't think I'm gonna make it, Bobby.

Come on, Ern.

The good Lord didn't bring you

this far down the road just to let you die

of a quart of tequila.

He wants you to hurt a little.

What's Lambasino's birthday?

8/31/42.

Bingo.

Welly, welly, welly, my droogs, what have we here?

Take ya up, down, or sideways, partner.

What'll it be?

Look at this.

Remember I told you about somebody

stealing my buck knife?

Here it is, that son of a bitch.

Lambasino ought to be arrested.

Come on, Ernie.

Get dressed, man.

You don't want Brook on your ass

this early in the week.

Hey, how do my eyes look?

Like two piss holes in the snow.

What it comes down to is that for the past two years,

Del Amo has had the piss-poorest record

of any United States Border Patrol sector

in the sovereign state of@(exas.

Quiet!

Frankly, gentlemen,

the attitude of this division sucks.

It is so bad that I have been required

to take steps to ameliorate the situation.

Mr. Lacy has come all the way from Washington, DC,

to demonstrate a system which he himself has devised.

His invention will prove a great boon to all of us

in the accomplishment of our goals.

Somebody get those blinds.

Basically, this is a scanning system.

This maplike matrix you're looking at

represents an area of 40 square miles.

The input is generated by geosensors,

small electronic modules

implanted in the Earth at given intervals

and so sensitive,

they will pick up the coins in a man's pocket.

Haven't got any coins in their pocket.

That's why they're trying to cross the border.

That's enough, Wyatt.

Any activity in the neighborhood

of the geosensors will generate

a signal on the screen, like this.

Here, for example, you can observe

an imaginary illegal alien

heading from quadrant C5 to quadrant C6.

Well, how do you regulate the ovulator?

You're pushing it.

The what?

Well, the ovulator.

I mean, how do you keep it from malfunctioning?

Send someone out to fix it, asshole.

That's enough.

Wyatt.

As I say,

this signal is artificial, so to speak.

The actual geosensors will be buried

throughout your sectors.

You mean we have to go out and bury those things?

That's right.

They will then transmit a signal

to this console whenever an illegal alien

enters the area where they're buried.

Make sure you set the scan sensitivity

for two feet and up so we don't have to apprehend

every jackrabbit that runs across the desert.

Remember, gentlemen, these geosensors

will only detect objects above the two-foot scan level.

I'm sorry.

I seen a jackrabbit out there in sector seven

that was big enough to stand flat-footed

and fuck a Shetland pony.

Yes, Wyatt.

I'm just curious, sir, as to how these geosensors

are going to affect us.

There won't be a need for so many agents on patrol.

That means considerable savings for the taxpayer.

Well, what you're trying to say here

is that, uh, once we go out

and bust our asses planting those things

that, uh, about 2/3 of us are gonna be out of a job.

Isn't that right?

We tried them sons of bitches in 'Nam.

Didn't work then; ain't gonna work now.

Quiet down.

It's working in other sectors.

Del Amo is next.

Take those blinds up.

Can I just get something straight in my head here?

No, you can't, Wyatt.

I'd just like to ask the man one question, sir, please.

Let me just get it straight that the 1/3 of us left

that you don't fire are gonna be sitting

in some room watching some machine

that's watching some other machine.

I mean, I didn't personally join the Border Patrol

to watch television, sir.

I mean, why didn't anybody ask us about this?

How come we weren't informed?

Shut up, goddamn it!

'Scuse me, sir.

What Ernie's trying to say is, maybe we should have been asked.

We didn't sign on with the Border Patrol here

to mess with computers and radar screens.

A lot of us in the room here turned down promotions

'cause we didn't want desk jobs.

And I think it's important you know what we want,

'cause, uh, the way it sounds is,

we don't have any choice in the matter.

You think I'm gonna ask you for a vo?

This is a bureau decision.

You're right.

You don't have any choice in the matter.

Come on, man.

You know he'd sell us out yesterday

to score points with Washington.

Take it easy, Ern.

Don't take everything so damn seriously.

Seriously, Jesus Christ, Bobby--

Don't hit my jeep.

Hey, Lambasino, do me a favor.

Do not fuck with me today, huh?

I was just funnin', Ernie.

Got any sign?

Yeah, we spotted some tire tracks

out by the old paseo turnoff.

Figured we'd let you boys of the day shift check 'em out.

Colder than a witch's titty out there.

You pissed off about something, Ernie?

I told you to drop it, goofball.

Who you callin' goofball, goofer?

You, cowboy.

Your locker looks like a drugstore.

Why don't y'all just back off?

You know, we skim a little bit off the top

from time to time just like everybody else.

Yeah, we turn it in, you think Brook's

gonna send it on to central office?

That son of a bitch has furnished his house

with stuff we's turned in.

It ain't exactly like we're stealing, Bob.

What about my knife?

What knife? His knife.

That was his knife.

Well, it was laying around an awful long time, Bobby.

You ain't sore, are you?

Fuck off.

In the meantime,

either clean out your locker

or change your birthday.

You're a good old boy, Bobby.

What's in the box?

Ask Brook. Big surprise.

Gonna make it?

You know, I can't-- I can't believe

we're gonna be dumped for some goddamn computer.

I mean, once we plant them things,

what's gonna happen to us, Bobby?

I never seen a computer

that could track a man 40 miles.

Unit two, come in.

You know, you're okay.

You know, you got a great education.

I mean, you can get another job.

I mean, I got two options.

Either I lose my job, or I'm gonna spend--

Unit two.

My life in some goddamn basement looking at blips

on some goddamn TV.

You shut up! Shut up!

Shut up! Shut up!

Yes, sir, we're just leaving.

We got a call from the sheriff's office.

There's a report of a plane putting down on Alianza.

Check it out.

Affirmative, unit two clear.

Let's go check out those tire tracks Lambasino found.

Tell me about it, Ern.

You know, sometimes I get the feeling

that this shit really doesn't bother you.

I don't like it any better than you do.

I got a little longer fuse is all.

You show me the ticket out of here,

and I'll take it.

But like my daddy said,

if you can't get out of it,

get into i

I thought your daddy said if you can't fix it, fuck it.

He said that too.

What do you think?