WOMAN: This is it. Patria Enterprises.
This is where I was this afternoon.
Go this way and wait for my signal.
JOHN: Cindy? Come on.
I've seen all the equipment, but there's no airplane.
What about your daughter?
Harris and Bennett aren't here.
She's wherever they are.
OK. Look at this.
JOHN: These coordinates are somewhere near Santa Barbara.
Longitude...
There's something going on at this island north of here.
This must be where they've taken Jenny.
Look, here's a photo of an amphibian airplane.
- Maybe they use it to fly there. - Let's look at that invoice.
Type 4 fuel is amphibian.
250 gallons would fly this plane to the island and back.
But it isn't here. I've seen everything.
It was refueled at pump station 32, Pacific Pier.
That's San Pedro.
- How long to fly to the island? - About two hours.
- Are we going to the plane? - Not yet.
- Where are we going? - Shopping.
Shopping?
Come on. Come on!
Wow!
- What's that? - Rocket launcher.
Go!
Freeze! Don't even think about it!
- Stick him in the truck. - Come on. Come on.
If you call General Franklin Kirby,
he will explain everything.
Kirby, huh? I think we ran him in last week.
Hey.
Hooker.
Not bad.
- What's she doing? - She's got something for us.
I bet she does.
Shit!
What the hell was that?!
Jesus Christ!
- Where did you learn to do that? - I read the instructions.
What time do you expect Matrix to arrive in Val Verde?
Just over two hours.
Do you think he's going to give us any problems?
He'll do exactly as he's told...
as long as he thinks he'll get his daughter back.
- It's all clear. - Good. OK, go.
Ah!
CINDY: Did anybody ever tell you you have a lot of hostility?
JOHN: Come on. Let's move.
CINDY: I hope I can fly this plane.
Oh, shit!
CINDY: Oh!
- Oh, no! - What's wrong?
This isn't a plane. This is a canoe with wings.
- Then get in and start paddling. - Oh!
JOHN: Start the engine! Hurry! CINDY: OK, OK.
- This plane's older than I am! - Come on!
There's no L.E.D. Read-out!
I've only trained on a Cessna.
- Hurry up! - I'm trying!
Shit!
CINDY: Oh! JOHN: Come on, piece of shit!
Fly or die!
Works every time.
All right. Here we go.
- Watch out for the boat! - We're not going to make it! Ah!
- Yes, we are. - Aah!
Oh.
We did it. We did it.
Wow!
Well done.
Thank you.
- Matrix? - Call the federal building.
Have them monitor every police, aviation, and marine channel.
- What are you expecting? - World War III.
Repeat: This is Whiskey X-ray 448 for General Kirby.
Urgent you respond.
MAN ON RADIO: Attention unidentified aircraft.
This is the Coast Guard cutter Marauder.
You're flying over the San Magill gunnery range.
This is a highly restricted area.
Change course or you will be forced to land. Acknowledge.
Urgent. Repeat, urgent.
You must contact General Franklin Kirby.
First change course or you risk being shot down. Acknowledge.
They shoot the shit out of this area all the time.
Flights out of LAX avoid it like the plague.
- Can you go below radar? - Not marine radar.
If I get us close to the water, the waves can camouflage us.
- Go down. - Oh... OK.
- Do it! - Hang on.
We lost them, sir.
Slitting a little girl's throat is like cutting warm butter.
Put the knife away, and shut your mouth.
I love listening to your little piss-ant soldiers...
trying to talk tough.
They make me laugh.
If Matrix was here, he'd laugh, too.
Mr. Bennett, my soldiers are patriots.
Your soldiers are nothing.
Matrix and I could kill every one of them...
in a blink of an eye. Remember that.
Are you trying to frighten me?
I don't have to try.
When Matrix finishes the job, he'll be back for his daughter.
Now, whether she's alive or dead doesn't matter.
Then he'll be after you.
Now, the only thing between Matrix and you...
is me.
It is you that is afraid, Mr. Bennett.
You are afraid of Matrix.
Of course. I'm smart.
But I have an edge. I have his daughter.
- Is that it? - That's the one.
Land here. It's the most isolated spot we'll find.
CINDY: OK. Here we go.
You remember the message?
Commando. Kirby.
Code red. Coordinates. Got it.
Don't break radio silence until they see me.
How will I know?
Because all fucking hell is going to break loose.
Be careful, Matrix. Good luck.
Thanks.
Mira.
Si. El presidente aqui.
He was not on the plane.
Kill her.
Como esta?
Alto!
Aah!
Welcome back, John. So glad you could make it.
Little bitch!
I'll kill her!
Yah!
CINDY: Commando! I say again, Commando!
This is Whiskey X-ray 448.
I have an emergency message for a General Franklin Kirby.
I repeat, General Franklin Kirby.
General Kirby, we have your message on the teletype.
Disparen!
Paren disparando!
Vayan y miren.
Ah!
Aah!
Venganse conmigo!
Aah!
JOHN: Jenny!
Jenny!
JENNY: Daddy?
Jenny!
Daddy?
Jenny!
Daddy?
Aah!
No, not daddy.
Come on!
Daddy.
Aah!
John? How's your arm, John?
Come find out.
No, thanks. Think I'll take a pass.
John, stick your head out.
One shot right between the eyes.
I'll make it quick for old times' sake.
Stop screwing around and let the girl go.
It's me you want.
I have one arm. You can beat me.
Come on, Bennett, throw away that chicken-shit gun.
You don't just want to pull a trigger.
Put the knife in me and look me in the eye...
and see what's going on in there when you turn it.
That's what you want to do, right?
- I could kill you, John. - Let the girl go.
It's between you and me.
Don't deprive yourself of some pleasure.
Come on, Bennett. Let's party.
I can beat you. I don't need the girl.
I don't need the girl!
Ha! I don't need the gun, John.
I can beat you.
I don't need no gun!
I'm going to kill you now!
Ha!
Daddy.
You're getting old, John.
You're getting old.
Eeeah!
Aaah!
John, I feel good.
Just like old times.
What's it feel like to be a dying man, John?
You're a dead man, John.
Bullshit!
John, I'm not going to shoot you between the eyes.
I'm going to shoot you between the balls!
Ah...
Let off some steam, Bennett.
Daddy.
Move out!
- Leave anything for us? - Just bodies.
I'd like you to start up your unit again, John.
All it would take is your coming back.
This was the last time.
Until the next time.
No chance.