Amerigeddon | End Times Thriller Like Red Dawn starring Alex Jones

I'm kidding. - Yes, okay, I got it, you mean it, okay. But I'm curious. Who or what gave you the right to come here and make these ridiculous demands? - The laws of your land by your president in declaration of martial law. - Okay, I'm not a lawyer, Mr. Russia, but it will be a hot day in Siberia before we hand Brandon Lane over to you. - Apparently, you are not aware of the laws that your president has signed. The National Defense Authorization Act, Executive Order 13603, approved by your Congress. - And that's nonsense. Frankly, I just kick ass and take names, and I'm a part-time inventor.

I'm kind of terrible, but... I am authorized to confiscate any items that may pose a danger to United Nations citizens. If you hand over Lane quietly, I will confiscate these items peacefully. - If not? And? Burn the place to the ground? What executive order is that? - Be prepared. Shoot first if they move. - I should have killed you when I had the chance. - You had the opportunity, but you didn't take advantage of it. You failed. - Not this time. (vehicle door closes) - Is that the American? - Affirmative. If he makes one wrong move, I will kill him. (soft music) - You had what it took, Lane.

You could have been a good soldier. Instead, you became a coward. - I'm a good soldier. You are a coward and a traitor. - Bring it to me! -Times! - I'm sorry. - You know I won't hesitate to paint this fence with body parts. He cried like a baby, sang like a bird and brought me right to you. Now you have five seconds. - I let it go. - Five, four, three... - No, lieutenant! - Two. (gunshots) (car exploding) (gunshots) - Brandon! - What was that? (upbeat music) - I'm tired of these Texans. Break the doors! (upbeat music) (vehicle engine roar) - They are moving.

Keep firm. (guns firing) (vehicle engines roaring) (bomb explosion) (guns firing) (soft music) - Man the .50 caliber. I want them dead! (firing guns) - Well, keep firing that gun! Put them down! Kill them! (gunshots) (Kelly screaming) - Kelly! (house collapsing) - (moans) Damn! - Honey, are you ok? - Yes I'm fine. (gun shot) - .50 cals less. Now let's show them how we do it in Texas. (gunshots) (upbeat music) (truck exploding) - Hey, you almost hit me! - I'm sorry. - Keep shooting that thing! Now let's kick some ass. (gunshots) (upbeat music) (bomb explosion) (gunshots) (helicopter engine roar) - Oh, shit.

You got to be kidding. (upbeat music) Cover me, guys. (shots fired) (bomb explodes) - Lane! Go get it, go! - I have to find Frankie. I'm going to check the interior garden. - Kelly, no, please. - I'm going to find my daughter. (upbeat music) - Did you understand me? I'm in hole four of the spider. She's the one they want. Let them come look for me. (arrows shooting) (soldiers moaning) (upbeat music) - Stay low, Frankie. (gunshots) (Gus moaning) (soft music) - Goodbye, little one. You are dead. (gunshots) (plane engine roar) (gunshots) - Here, land that thing! - Gus, I had no choice.

I had no choice. - Oh, Frankie. - I had no choice. - Baby, baby, baby, baby. - Oh honey. - I had no choice. - Oh baby. (guns firing) (plane engine roar) - Get this thing in the air. - Yes sir. (plane engine roars) - Take the helicopter. - Go! Get this thing in the air now! (upbeat music) (airplane engines roaring) (upbeat music) - Did you understand this? - Let's see what this thing can do. (upbeat music) - There it is. (airplane engines roaring) (upbeat music) - Catch him! (plane engines roaring) (upbeat music) - We have to stay away from the missile jam. - They're at six. (missile beep) - Fire that missile! (missile beep) (missile fire) (airplane engines roar) (upbeat music) - Going to the left side. (shot) Shit! (airplane engines roaring) (upbeat music) - Alright, I saw them. (airplane engines roaring) (upbeat music) - Shoot that thing out of the air. - I can't maneuver like that. - Ah, shit. - That's all we have.

Make it count. - Very good, put me in position. (airplane engines roaring) (upbeat music) - Here we are, right bank, right bank. - He's reaching the top! (bomb exploding) - Direct hit. - Nice shot, son. (plane engine roar) (plane beeping) (plane exploding) - Looks like we won the battle. - But the war has just begun. (upbeat music) Our story may never be recorded in the annals of history. And our history now is nothing but fond memories of a once great nation. A nation founded by a legion of patriots with a scroll of simple principles. A nation fought and paid for by heroes who were willing to die for it.

We are not willing to die for a puppet government run by a demonic elite. Jefferson was right. "The tree of liberty must be renewed from time to time with the blood of tyrants and patriots." It may not have been our choice, but we are the new patriots. (upbeat music)