Battle: Los Angeles AKA World Invasion: Battle LA

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falling off the coast of Tokyo.

by this incredible sight.

Two hours after the first contact

has reached our coastlines

in a swift and militaristic attack.

The world is at war.

At 14:
46 Pacific Standard Time...

across the globe were breached...

attack by an unknown enemy.

along the coastline...

of rapid dominance.

This is a textbook military invasion.

in New York.

are being set up in Boston.

we lost communications

with San Francisco and San Diego.

Their status is unknown.

is that we are the last

offensive force on the West Coast.

We cannot lose Los Angeles.

two klicks west of CP Victory.

your asses, we're going down!

Command and control is down.

two klicks northeast.

Engage your sectors of fire, over.

Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit.

It's 94.5 with the

Morning Surf Report.

blowing out there,

and chopping things up.

starting to build...

Come on. Come on.

- Morning, staff sergeant.|- Morning, staff sergeant.

Morning, staff sergeant.

- Morning, staff sergeant.|- Morning, staff sergeant.

Morning, staff sergeant.

Morning, you little prick.

You know what they say. You're only|as old as you feel, staff sergeant.

That's what I'm worried about.|I can't feel a damn thing.

...to the Pacific for our next report,

a small cluster of meteors

our atmosphere sometimes

of tomorrow morning.

- They're expected

the Pacific Ocean and with the...

- John.|- Oh, God.

What's up, Mike?

What happened to that picture|of us in Iraq with that camel?

I mean, your girlfriend.

Is this for real?

It's got your signature on it.|I said,

"That's gotta be a mistake.|He can't write."

No mistake, John. I did my 20.|I know when to get out.

Come on. You got the box full of|medals, a file full of commendations.

You can have them.|Seems you like interior decorating.

A Marine's got a shelf life, you know?|After that...

What? He spoils?

Something like that.

I'll finish my training assignment|with these Marines.

Get them combat ready.

And then I'll be on my merry way.

You know, we could always use|another lean, mean typing machine.

Shit, I ain't built like you, John.

Ugly, slow, soft.

God.

You had to make|some tough calls there, Mike.

Especially that last one.

We all wish your men made it home.

Here we go.

You're expired.

Clear the shelf...

...staff sergeant.

Everything I know is in here, John.

have been detected months,

if not years, before...

...surfaced in less than four hours.

the rate these meteors are travelling.

scrambling to try and understand it.

You know, there's something just|extremely uncomfortable...

...about a man your size|sniffing a flower.

What you want is some hydrangeas.

Popular wedding flower,|come in green, blue.

What colour is|the bridesmaids' dresses?

Good question.

You're amazing. Just take a whiff.|Come on, smell it.

Yes, pretty girl?

For 300 more, she said we could have|sprays of lilies.

Now, I know it's a lot, but it'd be|so beautiful. What do you think?

Well, I think it's a no-brainer.|You're only getting married once.

What you're gonna worry|about 300 bucks?

- Thank you, Stavrou. Thank you.|- Yeah, no worries.

You know what? lt's your day.|Do whatever you want.

I'm gonna hit you with something.|Really heavy. What are you doing?

Busting your balls.

Tomorrow we shop for cakes.

And I can't wait.

I love cake.

Yo, Doc. What you doing?

Skyping back home.

Is that your girlfriend?|Damn, she fine.

Doc. My boy.

That's my sister.

Goddamn.

Shoot, man. I'm speaking objectively|here, you know what I'm saying?

All right, no, stop playing!|Stop playing!

May I take a message?

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