(Dramatic music) (Slow music) - Petty officer Sanford. - Sir. - At ease. Sanford, the United States Navy chose you. I chose you to become the first ever
woman to join the seals. The most elite fighting
force on the fucking planet. We found you and we shaped you and you shocked everyone
by passing with flying colors. Except me. I saw it in you. The passion and the conviction
to be the best of the best. And now you want to
quit, over a miscalculation? It was collateral damage,
petty officer Sanfor
d. You need to live with
it, like I live with mine. You were doing your job. - My mind is made up, sir. - You were doing what
you were supposed to do. - I should not have pulled that trigger. - What you were trained to do! Sanford, don't quit. Your country needs you, I need you. You're one of the best snipers we have. Maybe the best. - I will not trust myself with
a weapon in my hand, sir. Any weapon. - Since when did it
become about you, Sanford? - Sir. When I joined the Navy, I
swore to protec
t the innocent. I failed to do that. I close my eyes and I see the face of
that little Muslim girl. And I see the face of my little sister. (Sighs softly) (Door squeals) - All right, ladies, your community service starts by setting up this space for the urban youth fundraiser. You're gonna set up
those tables and chairs, you're gonna decorate
the room, serve the food, bag all the trash afterward. - Are you shitting me? We're supposed to do all that work. - My god, we'll be here all day. - You wo
rk hard to win blow. - Actually, we told the
judge that wasn't our coke. - The tablecloth, the plastic,
the napkins, the utensils and that banner needs to go up on the wall. - Ugh, this is so fucked. My dad's lawyers are
gonna hear about all of this. - Oh, good. (Trolley rattling) - What did she do? - She didn't do anything. - She's volunteering? Excuse me. Excuse me, hi. Hi, I'm Megan, this is Nicole. What's your name? - Dominica. You can call me Doe. - Nice to meet you, Doe. - Okay, first orde
r of business. You two, clean the bathrooms. (Nicole gasps) - Ew, god. Okay, do it. UN-fucking-believable. - This is fucked up. (Toilet flushes) (Nicole gags) - I got into an argument
with my wife last night. - [Detective] About what? - She called me a racist. - Against whom, blacks? - No. - Asians? - No, latinos. - But you're Mexican. - My point exactly. - So how can you be racist
against your own people? - She says I am when
I talk about our family. - That's not racism,
that's being an asshole
. (Theme music) - [Reporter] Los Angeles police are asking for the public's assistance in locating this man, Walton Travis, for his alleged connection in the shooting at a vallarta supermarket that left nine latinos dead. Travis is a propagandist, known for his views on white extremism. - Centuries ago, my ancestor,
colonel William Travis, was butchered at the Alamo, along with Jim bowie, David Crockett and many other brave men
by invading Mexican forces. That invasion continues to this day. Wha
t I'm pursuing is the preservation of the
European heritage of America before it's too late. - [Interviewer] Are you
advocating racial cleansing? - Of course not, I abhor violence. All I'm saying is, it's time for the white
citizens of this country to take back what's rightfully theirs. - So after we're free from
this fucking hellscape, where do you wanna go for thirsty Thursday? - I heard smooth operator.
- Smooth operator? That sounds sexy. - Hey, you two, get back to work! You get the table c
loths in
the bag and you keep blowing. - This really sucks, you know. I had to cancel a major audition that was supposed to be for today. I was perfect for the part. - So was I. - You know, if we ever run
into Benny the door guy again, I'm gonna have some
choice words for that fucker. If you ask me, he's
nothing but a dirty, stinking... (Nicole shrieks) (Loud shouting) Ew, gross! - I got it. - Ugh. - He must've crawled
into the bag before he died. - They don't freak you out? - Nah, I got used to
them
running around in Afghanistan. (Car alarm ringing) - That's my car! Let me go turn it off. - I'll go with her.
- Hold on, Thelma and Louise. Throw me the prob. (Siren ringing) Get back to work. - I know that look, lieutenant. - What look is that, detective? - Bad thoughts? - They're expecting 100,000
people down there today. - What, you don't think we can handle it? - With what they gave us
for security and surveillance? We couldn't handle a
week day on Olvera street. - You want me to orde
r another sweep? - Might as well. Not that it'll make much of a difference. - [Megan] You were in the military? - Uh-huh, three tours. - I did a scene from GI Jane once. - What made you become a soldier? - I don't know, I guess I
just wanted to show the boys. - Did you see any action? - Dude. - A bit. - I know it won't sound
like much coming from us, but thank you for your service. - Yeah, really, thank you. (Soft knocking) - Morning, ladies. Hey, any of you drove a Ruby red Porsche? - Me. It's
my car, is it okay? - Well the car, the car is
great, the car is beautiful. - What happened to the officer? - The officer, not so much. (Suspenseful music) - Ah, shit. - [Jared] What do we do now? - Call Walton. - He's gonna be pissed. (Suspenseful music) - Fuck! - That's what I said. This is some fucked up sit.
- Gavin, shut the fuck up. Derek, I thought you had
this building scoped out. - Give me a break Walton, shit happens. - Walton Travis, the white nationalist? - Yeah, what do you have to
say? - I voted for trump.
- Me too, we both did, really. - [Walton] Where's the uniform? - It's in the trunk of the Porsche. Sorry, it's kind of a mess back there. - Oh, my god. - What do we do with them? - Hey, I got some ideas. Forget it. We stay focused on the mission. - What's the mission? - Not that you'd understand, but it's about saving the white identity. - But we're white. - No, you're not. You're Jewish. - I'm half Italian. - Even worse. - Does this have something
to do with that parad
e today? The Mexicans? Oh my god, oh my god. - Hasta la vista, cholos. (Men laughing) - What happens if you guys get caught? - Does it look like we're
wearing body armor? - I ain't going back to jail. - Now to you, these men may
seem like a bunch of thugs, but they've seen the
livelihood of their families going back generations, destroyed by NAFTA, affirmative action and leftist policies. - My grandfather was a
well-paid plant manager at Ford. Now my dad can't
even get a job filling tires. - Shi
t, my family can't even
get by without food stamps. - Our actions today, while
to you may seem atrocious, will one day be viewed as right and just, and we'll be folk heroes. - Damn straight. - What a load of crap. You might wanna put
the safety on that thing before you shoot yourself in the foot. - What are you talking about, bitch? (Gun fires) - Jesus, Gavin! - Ow, sorry, sorry. - So, you know guns. Have you served? - I have. If you're thinking about
joining, I'd man up first. (Suspenseful musi
c) - Wow, nigress, that took nerve. I'm impressed. - I'm not. - Tape their mouths. We'll keep them down here for now. - Gavin, get the duct tape. - I don't have duct tape. Nobody asked me to bring duct tape. - Find some tape! And where the hell is Charlie? - Will be here soon. - We need to get upstairs. Derek. - Dude, I specifically
told you to get duct tape. - I don't remember that, I
honestly don't remember that. - I literally said it three hours ago. - Okay, well, I don't have it. - This situ
ation doesn't...
- Okay, I'll find tape! - The uniform, was that really necessary? - I had no choice, she'd
have radioed the cops. - I thought I made clear the objective. - I got it. But like I said, shit happens. If we're smart, we'll
take care of this shit. - You enjoy it, don't you? - What, killing? You do too. You just don't know it yet. - Jingle bells. Santa's got a present for you, little girl. (Jared laughs) - She got you good, bro. (Soft music) (Choir singing) - Come and get your free ho
lies. There ain't anybody out there. - It's Sunday morning,
they're doing their church thing. - This is the route for the parade. You're absolutely certain? - Yes, I'm certain. - [Gavin] Pew, pew, pew, pew, pew. - Gavin, get away from
the window with the rifle! - It's cool, I'm just messing around. - Gavin! - Mind if I relax a little? That's cold. - Call Charlie, find out
what's taking so long. - Why we always got to wait for Charlie? - Because we're not total
idiots, you human zero. We wait for
Charlie. - Any luck? - Voicemail. - Fucking amazing! I thought you said this
place had air conditioning? (Horse neighs) - What about the three hoochies? - I haven't decided yet. - I say we take them
with us, for insurance. - No way, they'll slow us down. - Hell, Derek, what's the matter with
a little bit of shagging? - Hell, I'll shag all three of them. - Well, no, not the
redhead, that one's mine. - What do you mean she's yours? - She's mine, I saw her
first and I called dibs. - You called dib
s? - Yeah, I called dibs. And you weren't there.
- First off, that's stupid. Second off, what difference does it make? - It makes a difference because I... - don't push me, I... - hey, hey, hey! You two horn dogs don't
have anything better to do? Good, cause I'm doing
things that need to get done. - Derek, stop. Derek. (Suspenseful music) - If you shoot me, my sister won't like it. - I'll explain it to her. - Yo, dudes, let's chill out, okay? We're here to do specs, right? I mean, Walton, you're
in
charge as far as the babes, but I think Derek might
be right on this one. - Just do it quietly. - No problemo. That coon, have fun with her. - Si, senor. (Dramatic music) (Guns firing) - [Man] Ied, 20 degrees south. Take her out, Doe, take her out. (Dramatic music) (Gates clanking) (Suspenseful music) - Oh my god, thank you. - You guys, we're gonna
die, we're gonna die. - Not if I can help it.
- What are you thinking? - I think that soon enough, they're gonna figure we're dead weight. - Dead
? Yeah, don't say dead. Nicole, saddle. - Okay. (Metal clanking) (Dramatic music) Oh my god, thank you. - Unite me. - Okay, okay. (Dramatic music) - What are you doing, don't stop. - My nails. - Fuck your nails, Nicole! (Dramatic music) - Party time. - Oh shit, someone's coming. (Dramatic music) (Derek groans) (Laughs evilly) (Dramatic music) - [Derek] You black bitch! (Dramatic music) - Sick. - You go, girl. (Fast-paced music) - This should take you to the street. Find an open shop or
something
and call 911. Be careful who you run into. - What are you gonna do? - I got to stop them. - They have machine
guns and you have a knife. Do you even think you have a chance? - Yeah, I do. I was a fucking Navy seal. - The hell's taking Derek? - Well, you told him to have fun. - Still no word from Charlie?
(Laughs sarcastically) You'd all be doing seven to
10 years, if it wasn't for me. And this is what I get? It's deplorable! Don't take that personally. (Dramatic music) Something's not right. (S
uspenseful music) - If we don't find a phone
soon, it's gonna be too late. - Okay, but which way do we go? Do you see anything open? - The freight's gonna be here soon. - Okay, let's check on Google maps, where's your apple watch? - They took it, remember? - Why didn't you hide it? - Where was I supposed to hide it? - Maybe up your hoo-ha,
where you shove everything else. - Oh, fuck you, Nicole. - No, fuck you, Megan. (Suspenseful music) This is getting us nowhere. - I'm sorry I yelled at you. -
I'm sorry too. If we could just find... Oh my god, truck driver, come on. - Nicole, wait! (Car screeches) - Girl, are you crazy? I almost killed you. - Look, I'm really sorry,
but we need your help. There are terrorists in that building and they're gonna shoot people. - Yeah, it's true, we
barely got out of there alive. They're gonna shoot up the parade. - What are you talking about? - Look, we need your
phone, give us your phone. - Now hold on a second, I'm
not going to give you anything until
you tell me what's going on. Now you girls, you need to take
a deep breath and calm down and explain it to me. - Okay. (Suspenseful music) - And they've already killed one person. - It's gonna be a massacre. God knows how many, here, today. - All right. I think I got it now. Don't you see? You feel so much better
now that you're calm down. - Yeah, you're right now. - Now, can we please have your phone? - I'll go get it. Of course, you really
should be more careful next time you go up to people
that you don't know on the street. - Yeah, of course. - You're right. - I mean, for all you know,
I could be one of the killers and this u-haul truck here
could be our escape vehicle. (Gun fires) (Suspenseful music) - It's Charlie. Go down and help her. (Suspenseful music) - No! - [Jared] Gavin! (Dramatic music) (Fast-paced music) (Suspenseful music) (Phone rings) - Charlie, what the fuck? - What the fuck is right, Walton. Who the hell are these two bitches? - Charlie, there's no time. I'm on th
e roof, get up here. - Put Derek on. - I don't know where he is. - What do you mean you
don't know where he is? Walton, where's my brother? - I might check the basement. (Suspenseful music) (Door creaks) (Suspenseful music) (Dramatic music) (Hoover blowing) - Gavin. (Gavin screams) (Gun fires) (Dramatic music) (Gun fires) (Jared groans) (Cheerful music) - Copy that, blue angel. Lieutenant, there's been
a report of possible gunfire, somewhere near Pico and San Pedro. - It's possibly fireworks. St
ill, have a black and white check it out. Oh, and get a chopper out there too. - Blue angel. Requesting patrol car
and helo to source location, pop up on four. - I haven't seen you
this tense since the riots. Usually, you're Mr cool. - I've just got this feeling in my gut. It's probably nothing. - No. When you have a hunch, it's usually right. (Radio crackles) - Copy that. Sorry, lieutenant. There's no cars available right now and the chopper's got engine trouble. - Wonderful. (Lively music) - J
ared, what's going on? - Jared's dead, Walton. - So is Gavin, so is Derek
and I know you're up there. Still impressed? (Dramatic music) (Phone beeps) (Suspenseful music) - [Operator] We're
sorry, all circuits are busy. - You gotta be kidding me.
- Please try again later. (Suspenseful music) (Dramatic music) (Phone rings) - Charlie? - He's dead, Walton. Derek is dead. - I'm so sorry. - What the fuck is going on? - Charlie, listen to me. There's a black psycho
bitch in the building. Ex-military. S
he's coming for me. (Dramatic music) You should get out of here. Continue what we started. I had a feeling this
would be my last stand, like colonel Travis. - Fuck that, we are doing this
thing together, you got that? Shit, Derek and me,
we've been in tougher spots. - All right, Charlie. What do you want me to do? - Nothing. Stay on the roof, I'll be up in 10 minutes. After I take out that cunt. - All right, 10 minutes. Charlie? - What? - I love you. - Yeah, fuck you. (Suspenseful music) (Dramat
ic music) (Carnival music) (Dramatic music) (Doe grunts) (Groans heavily) (Heavy panting) - All right, you spook motherfucker. Right after you stuck a
knife in my brother's guts, I wanna know, did he say something? Before he died, did Derek say something? - He did say something. - What? - He gurgled. (Dramatic music) (Loud groaning) (Dramatic music) Time to die, bitch. (Dramatic music) - You first. (Suspenseful music) (Heaves heavily) (Dramatic music) - Remember the Alamo. (Gun fires) (Gun fires
) Distinguished record. Why'd you quit? - There's a lot of bad. Heavy fighting, bullets
flying in all directions, one even grazed my helmet. She came around the
corner, a little Muslim girl, with a tin box in her hands, she was riding up to my team on the ground. And my spider is yelling, ied. Take her out, Doe, take her out. So I did. - What was in the box? - Cookies. Her name was Shazia,
she was nine years old. Same age as my sister
killed in the drive-by. The military court
cleared me of wron
gdoing, but for me, it was still a bad kill. - I can't say that I know your pain, but you saved lives today, many lives. And if there's such a thing as atonement, by god, you've earned it today. (Soft music) - All I could think about
was can I live with myself? That question went through
my mind every minute of every hour of every day. And I had concluded that if I
found that the answer was no, then I would abide by it
by jumping off of a bridge, throwing myself in front of a train or even putti
ng a bullet through my skull. But by the grace of god, through atonement, I found a way out of the darkness. A way to ease the pain. And I found out the answer was yes. I can. Yes, I can. (Crowd claps) - Thank you for agreeing to
this assignment, miss Sanford. I understand you're the best. - I'm looking forward to protecting your daughter, Mr Hezus. I hear she's quite precocious. - And adventuresome too. You should get on well together. Maisa. (Foreign language) - Miss Sanford. - It's nice to me
et you, maisa. - Likewise. So, you're gonna be my new bodyguard? - That's right, I'm gonna look out for you. - Do you know how to play basketball? - I was captain of my high school team. - Awesome, can you
teach me some hook shots? I wanna show the boys up. - Well, maisa. I'm gonna help you do that. (Laughs softly) (Dramatic music)
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