All right, you damn peckerwoods, crank the knuckles and hit the crystals.
We're putting this baby down in the sandbox.
Lerner Tower, do you copy?
Lerner Tower, are you there, Phil?
Come on, answer me.
I am landing.
Oh, my God.
Look out!
We got it!
Stick her in the cage. We don't want any distractions.
Feel better now?
Lerner Airfield. I'm so glad to be here.
Thank you for choosing Con Air.
- Where's the plane, Francisco? - I don't know. Have patience.
The last guy who said to have patience - I burned him down and bagged his ashes.
Cyrus, it'll be here.
Hey, you stupid sons of bitches! Jesus Christ!
I hope he likes sand.
Muchacho, check out the tower. Have a look-see, yeah?
- All right. - You come with us.
How glamorous. This place is perfect for me.
- Nice landing. Very smooth, honey. - Fuck you. We made it, didn't we?
- We're gettin' off. - I can't.
- Yes, you can. Come on! - You shouldn't move him.
- I'm getting him off of this plane. - You can't move him.
He's too far along. He could go into shock.
She's right, Poe. Go on, man.
I'm not leaving without you, or you.
Ah, listen. Here we go. Ranger boy.
- Right. - Goddamn it, Poe!
Man, it's time to fight, fuck, or hit the fence.
- I suggest you hit the fence. - He's right.
Just go.
All right. Here's how it's gonna play. I'm gonna get you that needle.
Whatever you say, man. Just do what you gotta do.
Fuck.
All right, you just hang on. Don't die on me.
Oh, no. What the hell you think you're doin'?
- It's time to off the pigs. - You can't do that.
- Tell me why. - They're hostages. We need 'em.
- But why the fuck you care? - Hey, man, come on.
I can't think of a thing I'd like better
than to put a bullet in the brain base of every one of these fuckers!
But the fact of the matter is, how well you know this Cindino?
I mean, I don't know him that well myself. Just what I read.
He firebombed that senator's yacht with two of his own cousins on board.
So what's your point?
Why not kill some hired guns once they'd served his purpose? Think about that.
- What exactly are we discussing here? - Poe don't want me to off the pigs.
It's not difficult to surmise how Nathan here feels about killing guards,
and my own proclivities are well-known and often-lamented facts of penal lore.
What I'm wonderin' is why you have any opinion about it at all.
Cyrus, this is your barbecue, man, and it tastes good.
But I was just sayin' to Mr. Dog over here, that if it was my barbecue,
I'd wait for that old jumbo jet in the sky before I start killin' our only leverage.
- Shut the fuck up! - Don't you want to get high and get laid?
- Shit. - Oh, fuck this!
Put the gun down. Put the gun down, Nathan.
Poe's right. We're goin' to Plan B.
Gonna get a refueling truck and a tractor.
So get back there and dig the plane out.
No.
Mm-hm, mm-hm, mm-hm.
Viking, about time to go and get that tractor, yeah?
Right.
- I'll get the fuel truck. - Thanks, Poe.
You've proven to be a most useful mammal.
"Many hands make light work." My daddy taught me that.
- You know what my daddy taught me? - What's that?
- Nothin'. - Self-educated man.
- Have you found Vince Larkin? - We're having trouble reaching him, sir.
Of course you're having trouble reaching him!
He's off saving the rain forest, or recycling his sandals or some shit.
All right, girls! It's Miller time! Take yourselves a break. Cigarettes!
We got whiskey!
- Whoa, shit! - Give me that!
- Want me to break this up? - No, leave 'em be.
You know how happy they are when they get somethin' that doesn't belong to 'em.
Holy shit!
Hey! We got company!
Hey!
We got company!
Go get Cyrus.
Yo, Cyrus!
- How long we got till they get here? - Ten, 12 minutes, tops.
Hi, what's your name?
Nice jet.
You can take Cindino and leave the rest to rot for all I care.
You fire that weapon, 20 pissed-off prisoners are gonna hear it.
Comprendé, ese?
Well, hooray for the sounds of fuckin' silence.
Freeze!
- You're Cameron Poe. - That's right.
- I'm Larkin. - Hello, Larkin.
- I got your message. - Where are the troops?
- They'll be here. - "They'll be here"?
Uh-huh. In a minute. Listen, Poe, can I lower this?
- Go ahead. - You gonna lower yours?
Sorry, boss, but there's only two men I trust.
One of them's me. The other's not you.
- Cindino was running a drag on everyone. - Yeah.
If you can't trust a South American drug lord, who can you trust?
- That was a joke. - I'm glad you told me.
Now I gotta get back to the plane.
You're a free man, Poe. What are you doin'?
I can't trade a friend's life for my own, Larkin. That's all.
You got a friend on board?
See, I knew I was right about you. I read your file.
You're not a bad guy. Just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Goodbye, Larkin.
I spoke to your wife.
- In person? - In person.
And your little girl.
You saw Casey?
Uh-huh.
If this thing goes bad, Larkin, I'm afraid my daughter won't understand.
If you talk to my wife again, you tell her... I love her.
She's my hummingbird.
But I couldn't leave a fallen man behind.
You'll do that for me, won't you, Larkin?
Sure I will. What are you gonna do for me?
What do you think I'm gonna do? I'm gonna save the fuckin' day.
Let's go, gentlemen. The cavalry is on its way.
I want this airplane out now.
Come on, men!
- About another ten minutes. - You said ten minutes ten minutes ago.
Hello, Bob. Wanna come over for dinner?
Are you sick?
- Why do you ask? - You look sick.
- I am sick. - You take medicine?
There is no medicine for what I have.
- Wanna sing? - Sing?
Do you know "He's Got the Whole World in His Hands"?
Yes, I do.
Come on.
It's on the ground. The plane is on the ground, but it won't be for long.
- Where the hell are ya? - We're westbound near the Lerner cutoff.
Where's Cindino?
That's my fuckin' plane!
Cyrus, help me.
- Looks like you missed your connection. - We were coming to get you.
Please.
- Cy... ...onara.
No!
- Don't kill me. - I'm not gonna kill you, old-timer.
- Listen, I need a syringe. - Oh, no! Drugs'll end you, son.
Is there a first-aid kit around here?
There might be one in the fire truck over on the boneyard.
All right, thanks. You just stay here and don't panic.
That's easy for you to say. You don't gotta take a piss.
- Let's get it on. - Oh, yeah, that's nice.
Considering my audience, I'm gonna make this very quick, very simple.
This is the boneyard. This is the hangar.
This is our plane.
- What's that? - That's a rock.
OK.
The convoy will enter the boneyard through here.
Initially, we take out the first car, then we take out the last,
creating a trap, an airtight cage, filled with lots and lots of dead people.
Nathan, set everybody in their position, yeah?
Bring me those propane tanks.
Whoo! Go, girl.
Let's go. Get 'em in there. If they give you any trouble, kill 'em.
- What can I do? - Christ, I love a tough woman.
Here, take this. Go into the boneyard.
If anybody gets through, scratch their eyes out.
You got it.
Come on, little piggy.
Closer. Closer. Closer.
Voila.
Christ. They'll be slaughtered.
This is Larkin. Tell your men to fall back!
Now.
Come on, you stinking piece-of-shit car!
- What are you gonna do? - What you doin', man?
Well, Baby-O, it's not exactly mai tais and Yahtzee out here.
Let's do it!
You're gonna see what happens now, bitch!
Bishop.
- Get the fuck off me! - I'm gonna bust your ass!
Leave her alone, man!
Get behind the truck!
When you wake up, Bishop, I'll be Johnny 24.
You wanna fight somebody?
Don't treat women like that!
Aw, shit!
Whoa! Whoa!
Get back to the plane!
Oh, my God!
OK!
You might better get yourself a seat now.
- Come on. - Oh, shit! We're in.
Just take it and let's go. Get ready to move.
We're tied up!
- Now, come on! - OK, I'm comin'.
- Go for the tires! - Fuck the tires! I'm goin' for the pilot!
- Isn't that your car, Malloy? - Couldn't be. I left mine at the office.
On any other day, that might seem strange.
Gotta get her nose up!
Fuckers! Come on!
When this is over, so are you, you little prick!
Bye-bye, Bob, bye-bye!
Go, girl!
All right!
Define irony.
Bunch of idiots dancing on a plane
to a song made famous by a band that died in a plane crash.
Someone alerted the authorities at Carson City.
Someone told them about our Lerner rendezvous.
Someone even killed poor Billy Bedlam.
Now, could this all be coincidence? Perhaps.
Then someone went and tied a rope to our plane.
So I ask you, what is going on?
And I answer - we have a traitor in our midst.
Now, how do we flush a traitor?
I don't know, but at the count of three,
I will find out who is on my team and who is not.
That would be one, two...
Wait! It was me.
It was me.
Don't listen to him, man. The insulin made him crazy.
You have been near death the entire trip?
- Yeah, motherfucker, it was me. - No, he's flipped out. He's nuts.
It's pretty clever, huh, bitch?
- No! Jesus! - No, that's clever!
"My daddy is coming home on July 14th.
"My birthday is July 14th.
I'm gonna see my daddy for the first time ever on July 14th."
Make a move, and the bunny gets it.
- Let's take him out, Larkin. - Not yet!
Fire!
Goddamn it, Malloy!
- Cease fire! - Get up here!
- What are we waiting for? - That is my plane!
You got it, Agent Malloy? You with me?
Or do you need me to draw it in crayon, like usual?
I got a bad feeling, son.
I feel like maybe I'm not supposed to make it.
You're gonna make it. You just think about that barbecue.
Cyrus Grissom, this is Special Agent Vince Larkin.
We will shoot the plane down if you do not respond now.
All I can think about is, like, there ain't no God.
Like, he don't exist.
- Hey, where you goin'? - I'm gonna show you God does exist.
Fire!
Malloy, you son of a bitch! Cease fire!
Yes!
Freeze, little bitch boy!
- Switch to missile. - Roger that, two. Arming missiles.
Malloy, don't you do it! Get in his way.
Shit.
What the hell are you doing, Larkin?
- We got no move, sir. - Stupid bastard.
Oh!
Poe!
Land this thing.
- Where the hell is the Virus? - I'm the new captain. Put this thing down.
Target locked.
- Oh, yeah! - Don't you do it!
- Don't shoot! - Don't fire.
- Who is this? - Identify yourself.
- This is Cameron Poe. - Yes.
Poe!
I repeat, target is locked.
- He's got the plane. - They're not over civilian population.
Now's the time, sir.
- Don't fire. - Malloy, listen to him, he's a friend.
He's just trying to get home to see his wife and kid. Don't fire.
Now's the time, sir.
- Hold fire. - Sir?
- I said hold fire! - Thank you.
- Poe! - Cyrus!
What?!
All right, Poe. The Las Vegas airport - it's just past the Strip. Can you see it?
- Well, viva Las Vegas. - It's right there, man. You can make it.
All the runways are cleared. Come on, do it, Poe.
- Put this thing down. - Listen here, big daddy.
We got one engine shot to shit, zero fuel and we're dropping too fast.
The Strip's where I'm gonna land. Only the word is...
crash.
Should've shot them down over the open desert, Larkin.
The civilian casualties will be enormous.
Strap in, ladies. We're going for a night out in Vegas.
Shut up, you freak! We're gonna die!
- Can't he make it to the airport? - No way, sir.
All right, we'll need police cars, fire engines, emergency service vehicles.
Anybody who knows CPR.
Oh, this is beautiful!
My God, Cyrus!
Cyrus, wake up!
Stay with me.
The driver of the white Corvette move your car, or it'll be towed.
We are shit out of road! I'm outta here!
Before I kill you, Poe, I just wanted you to know
the last thing that little Casey Poe ever gets to smell will be my stinking breath.
Freeze! OK, lady, hold it right there.
Oh...
How am I doing, son?
You're doing fine. We just gotta get you a doctor.
I'll get one.
You know I'm still coming to that barbecue, right?
Of course you are.
You did real good, Ranger man.
You did real good.
Ow!
Check you out at the hospital, son. You're gonna be fine.
- Yeah, this one's dead. - We better get him outta here.
So what are you gonna do now?
I started this day with a birthday party to get to, and I'm gonna get to it.
- Thank you. - You take care, Sally Bishop.
Hey, Poe.
Next time, take the bus.
Come on, sweetie. Go with Ginny and your mom.
- Cyrus. - Grissom.
Come get it! Come on now!
- That gun work? - Yeah.
Well, shoot that piece of shit!
- What the hell is that? - You pull over.
Yeah, sure. How about this?
You ain't gettin' near my daughter. Buckle up.
Just so's you know, Marshal Larkin,
there's now three men I trust.
Am I one of 'em?
This is a weird thing to be on a plane full of hard asses.
- You OK? - No.
Good. I'm glad we didn't shoot it down, huh?
Oh, yeah, worked out much better this way.
Listen, I...
I wanna apologize about the car.
I know a good body shop in Fresno if it's insured.
- I was bored with that car anyway. - It worked out nicely then.
Hello, Cameron.
Hello, Hummingbird.
I meant to get a haircut.
I got a present for ya, Casey.
A little dirty.
Casey, sweetie, take your daddy's present now.
No, no, no, honey. It's OK.
I got a picture... a picture of you.
I got a picture of you, too.
Happy birthday, darlin'.
New shooter comin' out, new shooter. Does the new shooter feel lucky?
Well, does he?
Yes. Yes, he does.