Battle of Los Angeles Original Air Date on March 12, 2011
-- Sync, corrected by elderman --
[Beeps]
This is ground control to NCR Streetgang.
We are re-routing you to recon a single reading at two-two-niner.
Affirmative.
Shadow Base Five picked up a large
radar signature entering U.S. airspace.
Is the target civilian or military?
Unknown. The craft is currently unidentified.
You are to make visual confirmation and await further instructions.
Affirmative. Resetting course now.
This is NCR Streetgang
Eagle One, Eagle Two, converge at zero-two heading.
Roger that, Eagle one.
Roger that. Eagle Two converging at zero-two heading.
Shadow Base Five, are you reading this?
[Static] NCR Streetgang, confirm radar signature
of object with a base altitude of 5,000 feet, zero-two-niner.
We have visual contact.
Can confirm unidentified object at two-niner heading.
Request permission to engage.
[Static] We have multiple confirmations of unidentified craft.
Consider hostile.
Follow housecleaning protocol.
Affirmative.
This is NCR Streetgang to Eagle One, Eagle Two.
[Crackling and whirring]
[Beam humming]
[People screaming]
Priority one, you have permission to engage.
Copy, ground. I am engaging.
And Fox Two.
It took about 3 seconds for that system to lock on.
If we can get inside that range,
it's worth a shot.
[Alarm blaring]
This is NCR Streetgang to ground base Alpha.
Enemy combatant is hostile,
repeat that, NCR Streetgang.
They are reprogramming our weapons, changing the target.
Pull back to a safe position, Streetgang.
I want to make this clear.
Do not send any missiles towards the object.
Your comments are noted, pilot.
Thing is going down.
The only thing going down
is you're going to kill a lot of people
if you don't abort those missiles.
You are to pull back immediately
or face charges of insubordination.
ICBMs have been reprogrammed.
ICBMs in sight. I'm taking them out.
Switching to guns.
[Firing machine guns]
[Alarm blaring] Breaching E.M.P. barrier. Losing power.
[Objects whooshing]
[Alarms blaring]
Man: Move that down to the gunnery!
[Overlapping chatter]
Let's go! Let's go!
Move your asses, airmen!
Whoa!
Whoa, whoa. Sorry, son. You are not on the flight roster.
Yeah, but, Sarge--
Now is not the time to bust my balls, Laughlin.
You want to help out, join the recovery unit.
That's an order.
[Airplane engines whirring]
You are number one for takeoff. Copy?
Affirmative.
Listen up, Arnstead.
We got the go-ahead to engage the enemy.
You're to follow protocol clean-sweep.
Now, we don't know who or what the hell
is operating those things up there,
but we're gonna show 'em what for.
You got that?
Yes, sir.
I don't care if you have to kamikaze your ass.
You're gonna take 'em out. You hear me?
Do not disappoint me.
I'm ready for takeoff, sir.
Arnstead, you're gonna take that bird to the air,
or I'm gonna come down there
and kick your ass with some serious attitude.
I'm ready for takeoff, sir.
If you'd just get that piece of crap
out of my way, I'll take off.
What piece of crap you referring to, Solano?
Do not refer to my bird that way.
I'm talking about Arnstead, sir.
Requesting permission
to leapfrog his position, sir.
He probably needs some time to change his diapers.
You hear that, Arnstead?
You better move that bird,
or I'm gonna order Solano
to shoot you there right where you lay.
Come on. Pull it. You hear me!
Come on.
You're becoming a major embarrassment
to my Air National Guard
if you don't get your ass in gear,
I'm gonna have to come down there
and punch your teeth out myself
to gain our honor back.
Grab the stick. Come on.
Solano, you sit tight.
Arnstead, this is your last chance.
You get that bird out on the runway.
I'm talking to you. You hear me?
Now you done it, Arnstead.
I got one bullet left
in my service revolver.
I was saving it for a special occasion,
like meeting some chap who thought he was
the reincarnation of Adolf Hitler,
but now I'm gonna have to use it on you.
I'm gonna come down there
and blow your brains out,
and it pains me to think
that you're brains
are gonna be spattered all over my beloved bird.
Sir!
Incoming! Move!
[Gunshot]
Damn it.
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
You chupas are not gonna get me.
[Fires weapon]
Aah!
[Screaming, explosions]
Go! Let's go! Let's go!
Move it! Move it! Move it! Let's go!
Come on!
[No audible dialogue]
[Moaning]
[Panting]
Cease fire. Cease fire.
[Overlapping chatter]
[Coughs]
I think he's got smoke inhalation.
Commander.
We gotta get our boys under cover, regroup.
We're getting our asses pickled out here.
Medic!
[Alien craft approaching]
Whoa.
Fall back.
[Overlapping chatter]
Look out!
Get your head out of the--
Let's go. Go. Go. Go. Go. Go. Go.
[Panting]
Come on. Let's go.
Move out! Move it! Move it! Move it! Move it!
[Overlapping chatter]
Look out!
Sir, HQ says there's an emp front
right about to hit us.
Once it does, all communications will be out.
For how long?
Undetermined, sir.
Sir, this remote base we've set up
is designed to function under this kind of a scenario.
[Alien weapons firing, explosions]
We should be able to get our communications
back up and running pretty quickly.
We ain't dealing with the Russkies here.
What kind of intel have they got on this emp burst?
Sir, they say it affects everything
from low ground to high orbit.
They're not sure how long the rebuild's gonna take.
So what the hell are we supposed to do?
We have to find the nearest ham radio.
Ham radios utilize vacuum tubes.
They're impervious to electromagnetic pulse.
What the hell are you dressed like that for, solider?
Captain Pete Rodgers
Fourth Interceptor Squadron.
Where the hell have you been?
I've been in the air, sir.
They sent us on a reconnaissance mission
to investigate that thing.
The Battle of Los Angeles.
Do you remember the date of your mission, son?
Yes, sir. February 13, sir.
And would you happen to know what year this is, son?
I don't know, sir.
I'm sorry, soldier. I hope you didn't have a fiancée
waiting for you back there, because--
it looks like you left on your mission 68 years ago.
Your mission was in 1942.
That's correct, sir.
Incoming!
[Overlapping chatter]
Move out! Move it! Move it! Move it!
[Explosions, alien weapons firing]
Hadron, hang back.
Check for the emp pulse.
Yes, sir.
Sir, we have 2 minutes until it hits us.
Okay, I need a sat-com.
This is a priority-one message for air command.
We have a Captain Pete Rodgers
from the Fourth Interceptor Squadron with us,
the missing 1942 flight.
You got that?
Run that up the pipe for me, will you?
Find me the nearest radio ham operator.
Yes, sir.
Space-time conundrums may not be my expertise,
but I don't have to be a physics Professor
to know that you, son, are probably the key to all this.
You got anything?
Yes, sir. There is one civilian
ham radio operator. A Charlie Murphy.
What's his location?
I'm working on it now, sir.
HQ, HQ, we need Charlie Murphy's address immediately.
HQ.
This is a military channel.
Clear the channel immediately.
Sir, someone's jamming our transmission.
God! Then tell 'em to clear!
Clear the channel immediately.
I repeat, this is the military channel.
HQ, this is 144.
We need Charlie Murphy's address now.
Emp pulse is coming. 4, 3...
HQ, HQ, we need that address now!
HQ, I repeat. 2...
This is the 144th. 1.
We need Charlie Murphy's address now.
Hadron, where are we?
It's coming!
Sir, no.
But command gave us the new orders.
They said we gotta get this guy to sector seven immediately.
MJ-12.
Yes, sir. MJ-12.
Those coordinates are about five miles from here.
Okay, Hadron, take Laughlin, Newman, the rest of your crew.
Get Rodgers to L-7, okay?
Maybe we should all go, sir.
Negative. I'm staying back here to check the wounded,
see what we can salvage from this God-awful mess.
What are you waiting for, an invitation?
You heard the man. Move out, double time.
I don't think we want to be caught out here
with our pants down. Let's go.
Laughlin.
You found him.
He's your responsibility, okay?
Yes, sir.
Let's go.
Sir, Sector Seven's that way.
No, Sector Seven's this way.
No, but, sir--
I appreciate you trying to help out, Laughlin,
but directions, among other things,
are not one of your strong suits.
Let's go. Fall out.
[Jet engine whooshes]
¿Que paso?
What took you so long, gringo?
Hey, Solano. You got company!
Foo fighter.
You got one--uh, three of 'em on you.
Where?!
They're under your fuselage.
Hey, they're like frickin' remoras.
What?
You know, they're hanging in your slipstream.
Not if I can help it.
They're still on you, Arnstead.
Damn it. What do they want?
Why don't you ask them?
Arnstead.
Arnstead, hey!
[Squelch]
Arnstead!
Answer me, man. What are you doing?
[Panting]
Arnstead.
Arnstead!
[Warbles]
Arnstead!
Hey!
[Warbles]
Arnstead! What are you doing?
Arnstead, where you at?
Arnstead. Arnstead.
Arnstead!
Ahh.
[Panting]
Arnstead!
Arnstead, come in.
I'm talking to you.
[Firing machine guns]
Ahh.
Ah, hell, no.
That's right. Come here.
Come here. Show me what you got.
[Grunts]
Mmm. Yes. Mmm.
Whoo!
Yeah.
That's right. That's how we do.
What do you got?
Sir, right there.
I don't--I don't know what that is.
What the hell is that, one of their bombs?
Yeah, but h-how did all the people die?
Those look like projectile wounds,
piercing rounds of some sort.
Okay, look, we could backtrack.
You go around, and I'll outflank it.
Yeah.
We need to know what we're dealing with.
You stay here, protect Rodgers.
If I don't make it back, you have the command.
You'll be safe here. Bavarian steel.
They don't make it like that anymore.
[Arm whirs]
[Rock clangs]
[Arm whirs]
[Device powers down]
Holy--
No!
Ohh.
[Projectiles fire] Aah! Ohh.
[Rifles firing]
Cover me!
[Soldiers yell] Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Golden! I didn't tell you to move!
Fall back!
[Gasping]
Hey, look. That thing's trying to draw us in.
It wants to pick us off one by one.
There's no way we're gonna get to the Captain.
Look, Newman, I got command, all right?
Look, I'm not winding up like Golden
or the rest of those people.
Unh!
We gonna take this thing out!
[Grunting]
[Gasps]
When I was in captivity,
they tested those things on us.
There is a vulnerable spot,
but you gotta get really close.
How close?
Closer than him.
All right. I got a plan.
Stay low. Stay low.
Go. Go. Go. Go. Go.
[Crash]
You should have left me.
[Firing rifle]
Sir, give me your hand.
Aah. Aah.
[Groans]
What are you doing?
Throw that thing!
Timing is everything.
Guess I found out what we're dealing with, huh?
Don't try to talk, sir.
We're gonna get you out of here, all right?
[Gasps] It's okay. Leave me.
I can't keep training you idiots forever.
You gonna take these things out, right?
Yes, sir.
I don't want to be reincarnated,
come back and find little green men running everything.
No, sir.
That's not gonna happen, all right?
Good.
You have the column.
[Gasps]
Look, man, we should just go back to HQ.
We don't even really know who sent that message, man.
It could be an alien trick or something.
No, we gonna follow our orders.
Orders, man? Everybody's dead.
What do you mean, "follow our orders"?
Newman, you want to go, then go.
I'll just consider it your resignation.
But I tell you what. If you gonna go,
you gonna have to relinquish that weapon.
Look, you two can stay here and fight this out,
or you could act like soldiers and finish your mission.
It's your choice.
What you gonna do?
Screw it. I'm with you.
All right, then. Come on, man.
[Wind blowing]
That's Solano's.
There's no way she survived that.
Nah, nobody kills Solano but Solano.
[Alien craft approaching]
Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!
I'm gonna go get Solano.
You watch Rodgers.
[Alien craft firing]
Look, stay here, and keep your head down.
[Rifle fires]
[Rifle and alien craft firing]
Had to make sure you weren't trying to go AWOL on us.
All right, look,
I'll cover you.
You run.
Ain't gotta tell me twice.
Run!
Unh!
Come on, Laughlin. I got you.
[Pistol fires]
Solano!
Come on.
Go! Go! Go! Go!
Come on!
Solano: Aah!
- You cool? - Yeah.
Tell you one thing. They don't come in peace.
We gotta keep going.
All right. Go.
Go! Go!
Go!
Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
Come on, man! What are you doing?
What are you gonna do?
I don't know, Solano.
Maybe I'll take a break. It's been a long day.
Go. I'll cover you. I'll cover you. Go. Go.
Ah, man. Ahh.
[Firing rifle]
Man, I gotta get me one of those.
Yeah. Me, too.
I've got to get you to headquarters.
You in charge here?
Second Lieutenant Tyler Laughlin.
Captain Karla Smythe, Majestic 12 Group.
Nice job. You're only about a half a mile off your coordinates.
Let's go.
Stop!
Hide.
[Firing rifles]
[Alien craft approaching]
Inside.
[Engine fades]
Clear.
Let's move.
[Gunshot]
Aah!
All right, let's move. Move! Move! Move!
Let's move! Come on!
Come on. Do it! Go. Do it!
Come on. Come on. Come on.
Let's make it. Let's go!
Go!
Just keep going.
Go!
Everybody inside now!
Move! Move! Move! Move!
Everybody inside. Inside now!
Keep moving. Don't stop.
Go! Go! Go!
Move! Let's go!
This is Sector Seven?
Yes.
You have power.
A limited supply, yes.
What about an emp blast?
It's a nonissue.
It is to the rest of the planet.
Thanks for sharing.
[Bones pop]
You'll need to relinquish your weapons.
Heh. Well, I'm considered a deadly weapon.
What are you gonna do about that, big boy?
Look, I don't mean to insult your boys,
but we're not giving up our weapons.
There are 14 levels above us.
That's over a mile of concrete and steel.
What are you trying to say?
Nothing gets in unless we let it.
I don't have any weapons.
It's cool. Come on.
Was pretty much out of ammo anyways.
Replenish their ammo.
Ma'am.
This could be a weapon.
I'm gonna stay and make sure he replenishes our ammo.
Suit yourself.
Colonel Mekin.
Captain Rodgers.
Thank you. Thank you for bringing him to us.
Sergent Galaway, take these two down to the chow hall.
Looks like they could use some grub.
We'll stay together if that's okay, sir. We're a unit.
Not a problem.
Novak, go grab some MREs.
Captain...
it is a pleasure.
You have been gone such a long time,
and you have not changed one bit.
Welcome home.
You the one in charge?
I am, and I would like to debrief you now.
I have a message for you.
Outstanding.
Follow me down to the debriefing room,
and let's get started.
No. I need to tell you now.
Captain,
we need to discuss this
in a secure environment.
Colonel, if your people don't release the one they're holding captive,
they will never stop.
Do you understand?
They'll tear this world apart hunting for him,
and they will not stop... ever.
We're not holding anyone.
There's no time for games.
They sent me back here to give you this message.
They only want him back.
Who?
Who do they want back?
The one you call Kaor.
Do you speak their language?
I can.
A bit.
If they've ship Rodgers back here...
to give your little friend a message.
I think that's a chance we have to take.
You know, once he talks to it...
he can never leave this facility.
Mmm.
Nah. Mmm?
Lot of stuff.
Mmm. It's good.
For the record,
I think this is a bad idea.
But since you've been its baby sitter...
I'm gonna let you make the call.
Let's do it.
We used to stop you right here
and make you sign an agreement
that you wouldn't reveal anything you see beyond this door.
With what's happening up there...
doesn't really matter anymore.
One more thing.
Does anybody got some Reese's pieces?
Damn thing loves 'em.
[Buzzer sounds]
It prefers this wavelength of light.
[Speaking alien language]
[Taps glass]
[Squeaking along glass]
Karla,
did you understand that?
I can't be sure.
Captain Rodgers.
If you don't mind.
Just take your time, Captain.
[Clears throat]
[High-pitched squealing]
[All grunting, yelling]
[Squealing intensifies]
[Squealing stops]
[Kaor grunts]
[Coughing]
[Kaor and Rodgers grunting]
Hold your fire.
[Squealing, grunting]
[Grunting stops]
[Grunting, bones cracking]
[Silence]
[Grunts]
Aah!
Kaor.
[Electricity crackles]
He needs chrothane.
[Kaor murmuring]
[Whirring]
A piece.
[Gunshot]
[Gunfire]
[Grinds]
Go! Go! Go!
[Alarm blaring]
Whoa. What's going on?
Let's go! Go! Go! Go! Let's make it!
Okay, okay.
[Muffled grinding]
It's coming.
Hold your fire!
[Rifle discharges]
[Groaning]
Solano.
Aw, Newman never could shoot straight, could he?
Aah. Rest in peace.
[Groans]
Get her up.
Come on. Let's go.
[Rumbling]
You okay?
I've had worse.
[Soft breathing]
Don't nobody worry about me.
[Kaor speaking alien language haltingly]
What's he saying?
Something about the mother ship.
No, wait. He's talking about his ship.
He wants you to fly his ship.
That's what he's saying?
[Gurgling]
Kaor.
[Gasps]
[Muffled rumbling]
Guys!
Go!
How's this thing running?
Vacuum tubes.
Are you kidding me? What?
And a little bit of Roswell.
That's all I can say.
That's crazy.
Tyler.
Yeah.
On the floor.
Yeah.
How this thing work?
Point and shoot.
Cool. All right. Hey, Tyler.
Huh?
Safety first.
Come on!
Aah! [Grunting]
Come on, Wonder Woman. Drive.
Do your thing.
Whoo! I love this thing.
Heh. All right.
I don't think you're going to be able to handle this one. Tyler!
Come on. Take the wheel.
I got you. I got you.
Whoa.
Go, Tyler! Come on! Drive!
Yes! Yes!
So where is it?
Right there.
Are you kidding me?
Nope.
It was JFK's idea.
Let's get the hell out of here.
[Grunts]
Let's move.
Go. Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! [Weapon firing]
Move! Move! Unh.
Go! Go! Go! Go!
Make it!
[Explosion]
Go! Go!
Down! Down! Down. Down.
Okay.
Come on.
[Devices humming and whirring]
Did you fly it?
Know how to start it up, but that's about it.
The one I operated,
it took 'em decades to figure out.
The thing is visual. It's spatial.
I can't do it, not like this.
Tyler.
[Craft whirring]
Unh!
Come on. Come on.
Let's go.
Go. Go. Okay. Okay.
One switch, and we're in hyperspace.
Great. Just great.
[Grunts]
Karla: They're coming back.
Tyler! 500 meters!
Unh! [Gasps] Yeah. Yeah.
All right.
Okay. Okay. Whoo!
Yeah. That's my boy.
Bring it.
Come on, Tyler.
Ohh!
Get 'em. Tyler.
Come on.
[Grunting]
[Sighs] Karla, maybe you can help him out here, huh?
Every machine is programmed to its pilot
and only its pilot.
That's you, Tyler.
Connect up, then.
You seen Avatar. Let's go.
Oh, yeah. My boy.
Heh heh heh. Whoo hoo.
Okay. Okay.
This thing is--
it's spatial.
It's instinctual.
You have to look at the screen, and
find the spaces.
Do you see it?
No.
I feel it.
[Beeping]
You know what I feel?
An upcoming ass-whupping.
I don't think that's the welcoming parade.
All right, she's all yours.
Unh.
Unh!
Hey, uh, don't want to be a back-seat pilot, buddy,
but maybe you should take some evasive action.
Unh!
I don't think we can hold out much longer.
Wait. I got the shields.
[Solano chuckles] That's it.
Aw, I hope you have a plan.
Grab on to something. You better do it now.
[Grunts]
Always wanted to know what light speed felt like.
Here we go. Unh!
[Laughing and whooping]
[Crackles]
[Ship powers down]
Ahh. [Gasping]
Unbelievable.
Let's go see what's behind that curtain.
Okay.
Hey, hey. Wait for me.
I want to kick some alien ass, too.
Ho!
[Gasps] Wait a minute. Okay.
All right, move.
Solano: Watch out.
Ahh. What the hell is that?
Hold on.
Solano, tell me you got something
in that bag that will kill this thing.
Aye.
Aah!
[Kiss]
Yeah.
We gotta move.
Ahh. Thank you.
There's thousands of 'em.
Okay, we didn't train for this.
[Alien growling]
Whaah! Ohh!
Unh!
Aah!
[Alien growling]
Hah!
[Growls]
[Grunting]
[Roars]
[Device beeps]
[Roof whirring]
[Growls]
It's not gonna hold.
Aah!
[Alien bellows]
I got you. Come on.
Go! Go! Unh.
[Roars]
Oh, scheisse.
[Solano grunting]
Aah!
[Yelling]
Solano: Aah!
No!
[Screams]
[Alien growling]
[Alien shrieking]
[Beeping]
[Alien growling]
Tyler.
Toss it.
Hurry!
Do it.
[Beeps]
Aah!
[Alien gasps]
[Alien gasping]
[Groans]
[Shrieking]
No one leaves.
Aah! [Gasping]
[Clang]
[Speaks alien language]
[Repeats phrase in alien language]
[Gasping]
Let's go.
Karla: Aah!
I got you.
We're not gonna be able to fly out of here.
We're going down with the ship.
Wait.
Unless we use--
the shields. --The shields.
Yeah.
That end of the console.
Okay, under the console.
Right here?
There's another screen.
Okay, okay, Tyler,
I know this is gonna feel counterintuitive,
but you've gotta relax
and just feel the ship.
[Humming]
Okay?
That's it.
Okay.
You got it.
Okay. Okay.
Shields are up.
They're on maximum.
Uhh!
Heh.
[Both laughing]
How you feeling?
Great.
Okay.
Let's--let's go. Okay.
[Wind blowing]
-- sync, corrected by elderman --