He's gonna be OK.
Come on! Come on, lady. Give me your hand.
- I have to, Annie. - No, Helen!
- No, Helen, no! - Come on!
Helen, no! No!
I'm here at the 105 Freeway, where the police have successfully led the runaway bus...
No, Helen!
Goddamn it, Mac! Get those fucking choppers outta here!
...was driving the bus. Well, I couldn't tell how old...
An explosion. Some kind of an explosion.
The bus hasn't exploded, but... Oh, my God.
A woman caught in the blast fell. She was pulled under the wheels. This is terrible.
Interactive TV, Jack. Wave of the future, huh?
I can't be here.
I can't, you know...
This is the wrong bus.
I mean, for me to...
I can't die here.
Hey, shut up, man.
- I got a wife. - Oh, you do?
Hey! So if you have a wife and I don't, does that mean I'm expendable?
What are you talking about, man?
The guy's just talking crazy.
He gets on my nerves. He gets on everybody's nerves.
- I think I have the right to be a little upset. - What are you staring at, anyway?
Why don't you let us all die in peace, if it has to happen?
Oh, so you're a really tough guy, huh? Why don't we just step outside?
Hey!
How are you doing? You all right?
What can I do?
When that bomb went off...
I know.
I thought that was it. I thought that was the bomb, and I was dead.
And then when I saw her body fall under the bus, it was like...
You were glad you were still alive.
- I'm so sorry. - Don't be.
You should be glad. We all are.
- It doesn't mean you don't care. - I know, but she was so scared.
She was a nice lady who didn't deserve to get killed,
but if she'd gotten off, it would have killed us all.
He's the asshole, Annie. The guy who put us here. Remember that, OK?
Big asshole.
OK.
Are you sure?
Well, how far?
Sir, we have a serious problem.
What?
- This freeway isn't finished. - What are you talking about?
The aerial unit caught it. About three miles ahead there's a section missing.
A section missing?
But it's on the map. It's finished on the goddamn map!
I guess they fell behind.
Fuck! You're fired. Everybody's fucking fired!
Get me closer!
Hey, get closer. Watch him in the mirror.
Jack!
- How big is the section? - 50 feet... at least.
There's a gap in the road up ahead. It's big.
- You're kidding. How big? - 50 feet.
What?
We gotta get these people off the bus somehow.
You know I can't.
What did he say? Jack?
Jack, what did he say?
What's the matter?
- There's a gap in the freeway. - What?
- What do you mean? - How big is a gap?
50 feet. A couple of miles ahead.
This is crazy.
- Jeez. - Jack.
Jack. What if I shift into neutral and just keep the engine revving?
- No, he'd have thought of that. - What, then? What? What?
What? Jack?
- Floor it. - What?
Floor it. It's an interchange. There might be an incline.
Fine.
Everybody hold onto your seats or whatever you can.
When we hit the gap, heads down.
That's it? That's it?
That's all we can do. Let's put these underneath your seat, all right?
Put your bags underneath the seat.
- Hey, I didn't mean to shoot the guy. - Hold on.
Is this really gonna work?
Jack.
Yeah?
Jack.
- Come on, come on, come on. - Oh, God.
- Come on! - Oh, God.
Oh, shit.
Everybody hold on!
Oh, God. Jack.
Shit!
Yes! We are way out of control!
- You OK? - Yeah.
- You OK? - I'm OK.
All right! Norwood, let's go!
- Is everybody OK? - Yes!
We did it!
We made it.
You're the man. You are the man!
Thank you. Thank you very much.
Oh, shit.
- I think you missed your calling. - Yeah? What was it?
Watch the road. You should have been a pilot.
Ow.
- Get off. - What?
Get off this. Now. Get off this.
In there.
- Where? Right here? - Yeah.
- Right here? - Yeah.
- He's just entered the airport. - There's thousands of people there.
That's my boy Jack. He can circle the runways and buy us some time.
- Choppers can't fly there. It's restricted. - He's headed for the end of the field.
- Bravo Tango, an emergency runway. - Let's hope it's built. Let's move!
We're at the airport.
Yeah? So?
I already seen the airport.
- Yeah? - Very, very exciting, Jack.
Some close calls, huh? But you've done all right for yourself.
- What do you want? - I want money, Jack.
I wish I had some loftier purpose, but I'm afraid in the end it's just the money, Jack.
I would like large non-sequential bills in two clear plastic bags, unmarked.
- Can you remember all that? - What are you telling me for?
Because I want you to help me to get it before it gets too late.
I hate negotiators, Jack. They talk to you like they're your best friend
and they don't even know you.
Why are they messing with me, huh? Do they think I'm doing this for fun?
- Aren't you? - Oh, that's unfair, Jack.
You don't know how I feel about this. You don't even know me.
You want a shitload of money you didn't earn.
Oh, I earned it.
I spent my life earning it.
I got a medal, too, Jack, a medal and a pink slip and a "sorry about your hand".
- You have to let me off. - Oh, no.
- That's not good. - You want me to help you?
I need to talk to these people face to face. They think you're bullshit.
They don't think that.
Look, you want the money, I don't want anyone else to die. Let me get on the ground.
Just me. That's not against the rules.
All right. I want you back real fast.
Fine.
Jack, nothing tricky now. You know that I'm on top of you.
Do not attempt to grow a brain.
- So I guess there's a plan now? - Could be.
- Yeah? - He's letting me off.
- What? - Just keep circling. You'll be fine.
- Sit tight. I'm getting off for a minute. - Do you think that's a good idea?
- It'll be OK. - Are you just gonna leave us here?
- I would. - Don't worry. I won't go far.
Hey. Don't forget about us.
The choppers are gone. Let's dump the passengers.
- He's ready for that. - How is that possible?
I don't know how. I just know he is. He's been a step ahead every time.
- If we unload, he'll take them out. - So where does that put us?
I have to try and dismantle that bomb.
After an incredible ride on the 10 freeway,
the streets of Los Angeles and the 105 freeway,
this bus has ended up here at Los Angeles International Airport, circling the runway.
I'm telling you, he's somewhere jerking off.
He didn't have to get on the bus in the first place, Ortiz.
Get your ass behind the yellow line.
What is that?
I have no idea.
We won't be able to hold this steady for long.
I just need a few minutes. If I can't do it by then, I can't do it at all.
- Harry, you with me? - Yeah. You be careful, Jack.
What's he doing? Oh, my God. He is insane.
OK, Jack, this is it. Don't get dead.
- This is not a very good plan. - Have faith, sister.
Oh, Christ.
Just keep it steady.
Thank you for the tip, Ortiz.
- This guy is nuts!
We'll try to bypass the remote current with the battery.
- Can you find the tripwire for the remote? - I don't know. I got a few choices here.
- Black and red? - And green.
OK, I'm gonna guess he's not gonna go with standard copper for the remote.
That'd be too weak. I'd use a fibre alloy.
Jack, I'm gonna need you to look at the wire.
Harry, it's covered.
I know. You're gonna have to cut off the sheath. But don't cut the wire.
Right.
Fuck me!
Shit!
- Bull's-eye! - Great.
OK. I want you to clip on the battery and then run it to the lead wire.
Copy.
I can't bypass. It'll fire.
Oh, shit! It's a collapsible circuit.
Howard Payne, Atlanta PD Bomb Squad. Retired in Sun Valley in 1989
when a small charge left him with fingers numbering nine.
That's our scumbag! We got him. Jack, we found him.
- We can get to his place inside of 15 minutes. - Jack, get out of there.
- We're going after the source. - Watch your back.
Wait for me!
Mac, get me outta here.
Somebody go to the back and check and see if he came out the back. Go!
- Can you see him? - He's not behind us.
- What? - He's not back here.
Oh, my God. Go look!
Lay down and look under the bus and see if you can see him down there.
- Can you see him? - No.
You don't see him back by the tyre or something?
- I can't see him. - Are you sure?
I can't see him.
Oh, my God! We hit him! Oh, my God! Do you see him?
- Did we hit him? - Look out the sides.
- My tools! - Will somebody get him his tools?!
Please help him! Hurry!
God, we're dragging him. Do you see him?
Where is he? Is he there?
- Do you see him? - Jack! Jack!
- I see him! - What?
- I see him! - You do? Is he OK?
- He's all right! He's all right!
Hold my legs. Hold my legs. Somebody hold my legs.
Hold his legs.
- Hold his legs! - Come on!
Come on! I got ya!
- Is he hurt? Is he OK? - Pull! Pull!
Come on! Come on!
We got him now. Come on, pull!
Jesus. I can't believe it.
You are a complete jerk. You know that?
- Did you have any luck with the bomb? - Yeah. It didn't go off.
Ortiz, thanks.
How many lives you got, man?
You're not too bright, man, but you got some big, round, hairy cojones.
That's... very gross, Ortiz.
Can't even pay him a compliment.
- How you doing? - You scared the shit out of me, Jack!
Other than that, I'm fine.
- What is that smell? - It's gas.
- We're leaking gas? - We are now.
You felt you needed another challenge or something?
- Mac. - Mac here. Go ahead.
Can you get a fuel truck to pace us? We're losing gas.
- I'll see what I can find. How much time? - 10 minutes? It doesn't look good.
Gotcha. Norwood, get a fuel car out here on the double.
Is that gonna work?
I don't know.
Harry, save my life.
Harry, tell me good news, man.
Oh, I'm sorry, Jack. He didn't make it.
You fuck!
It was the watch that led him to me, wasn't it? Huh?
It seemed a little hammy to me to build the bomb out of my precious retirement gift,
but, you know, I figured a sign that said "Howard Payne" would be pushing it.
I'm gonna rip your fucking spine out, I swear to God.
You're gonna do exactly as you're told.
Jack, we both know that he was the brains of your particular operation.
You can't beat me. You're gonna pay me every dollar.
Otherwise, you, the wildcat and every innocent person on that bus
are gonna end up just like your friend.
Are you paying attention? Jack, are you listening to me?
- Jack? Jack? - Yeah.
Good. You tell them that the drop point is Pershing Square.
There's a garbage can on the northeast corner.
You drop the bags and leave.
I don't show until all your people are gone.
It's getting on to 11am, Jack, and I think it's gonna be a very pretty day.
- Jack.
Come on. Don't give up on me, Jack! Jack, stop it! Jack, come on!
Stop it, OK? Don't give up on me right now, all right?
We're really scared and we need you right now. I can't do this by myself. Please?
Jack, please.
OK? Please. All right?
- We're gonna die. - No, we're not. We got this far, OK?
I'll be damned.
Did you go to the University of Arizona?
- Yeah? So? - Good football team.
Yeah, I guess so. I don't really know.
Arizona Wildcats.
- Right. - He can see you.
- What? - He can see you.
Just keep looking straight ahead.
He called you a wildcat before. Bastard's got a camera right in your face.
He can see the whole bus. He's been playing me from minute one.
- Well, he can see me, but can he hear me? - Doesn't look like it. He's just watching.
We are following the progress of what is turning out to be a harrowing story,
as a city bus, rigged to explode if it slows down,
races around literally in circles at the Los Angeles airport.
The dead are a female passenger and a driver of another bus, both blown up by the bomber.
Others in jeopardy are the passengers of the bus, held hostage at the whim of a madman.
"The whim of a madman."
I like that.
There's a camera on the bus just over my left shoulder.
I want you to stare straight ahead.
Don't make any big movements, OK?
It's Jack.
Yeah, I know about Harry.
Is that news van still around?
- Get those cameras to stop taping. - Right.
LAPD. I need this unit. You can broadcast UHF, right?
There's a signal going to that bus. I want you to find it.
We're gonna have to take you off the air.
Please, sir, stop taping.
Come on, hurry up. Good! Tape off of that.
Remember, no big movements. Just look whipped.
That ain't gonna be too hard.
- Tape it. Good. Come on, tape it. - It's taping!
- Jack. - Yeah?
Look.
- Mac, fuel. - Jack, five minutes.
Not enough time. Run the tape. We have to unload.
- I only have a minute of tape. - Do it now.
I want you to make a tape and loop it so that it runs over and over, OK?
- All right, run it. Run it! - All right. Tape's rolling.
We still have no live picture, but reports are that the bus continues to circle...
Everyone is safe for the moment.
Hard to imagine what's going through their thoughts at this time.
Certainly, a sense of community...
Rig the steering wheel and the gas pedal.
All right, let's get 'em off.
OK, you, you, and you.
Police have just issued a general statement, which doesn't tell us much more...
Grab my wrist. That's it. Good.
Come on. Look straight ahead.
- That's good, that's good. - Grab my wrist.
Put your hand out. Take his hand.
Come on, buddy. I got ya.
Give me your hand. Your hand.
Grab my hand. Don't look down.
Shit!
Jack!
Grab my hand! Grab my hand!
Jack! Jack, I can't hold this any more.
Annie!
You... hold on!
No! No! No!
Hold it.
- Oh, God. - Wedge down the gas pedal.
OK, I got it.
- You got it? - Yeah. I got it.
- OK, Annie, get on. - Jack, I can't do this.
- Let's go! Let's go! - Shit. Shit.
- Jack. - Shit!
Hold on.
Shit!
Are you all right?
No.
It's OK. It's OK. It's over.
It's over. You did it. You did it.
I hate the airport.
You're not gonna get mushy on me, are you?
Maybe. I might.
I hope not, cos relationships that start under intense circumstances never last.
- Oh, yeah? - I've done extensive studying on this.
Here comes the cavalry.
- How ya doing? - We're OK.
I just might be a nice guy and let you have the rest of the day off.
Oh, boy.
Mac, this is Annie.
Annie, meet Lieutenant McMahon.
- How you doing? - OK.
- This should take care of it. - Ow!
- Watch it. - Sorry.
- We're gonna have you guys checked out. - Lieutenant!
It's him. He wants to know when he's gonna get his money.
I'll tell him what to do with his goddamn money.
He doesn't know it blew up.
30 minutes.
I'll be right back.
All right, here's our target. Fox, I want you in 4-1, you in 1-2. You're in 3. Let's move it.
- Is the paint bomb in with the money? - It's done, sir.
Too bad, Jack. You could've made a good cop.
OK.
We still have no live picture. Reports are that the bus continues to circle inside LAX.
No! No!
Miss, you can't be this close. You need to move back.
No. Jack Traven said...
Jack Traven asked that you be brought out of harm's way. Just move right over here.
- He's running a little late. - He's not late.
- What? - He's never late.
Well, that money hasn't moved.
We got 200 eyes on that can, a bird dog in the bag. I'd say he's covered.
- Turn it on. - What for? It hasn't moved.
Just do it.
Shit. It's moving. He's got the money.
Jack!
Shit!
Freeze!
Pop quiz, asshole. You have a hair trigger aimed at your head.
What do you do? What do you do?
Turn around. Turn around!
- Oh, no. - I'm sorry.
Be prepared.
It's the Boy Scout marching song.
What are you gonna do, Jack? I don't think you can shoot her.
Let her go.
No, I don't think I'm gonna do that.
Fill it. Now.
I think Harry would be very disappointed, feeling that we're right back where we started.
Let her go. You don't need her. You have the money. Take it and walk.
Come on. Just take it and walk. You don't need her.
- Just take your goddamn money and walk! - Stay right there.
I'll do it. I'll let go. I'll let go.
Oh, yeah.
You still don't get it, do you, Jack? Huh? The beauty of it.
A bomb is made to explode. That's its meaning, its purpose.
Your life is empty because you spend it trying to stop the bomb from becoming.
And for who? For what?
Do you know what a bomb is, Jack, that doesn't explode?
It is a cheap gold watch, buddy.
You're crazy. You're fucking crazy.
No. Poor people are crazy, Jack.
I'm eccentric. Get the money. Let's go.
Come on! Let's go! Move it! Move it!
You stay! Move it! Move it!
In the door. In that door! Now!
Bye, Jack. Punk.
All right!
Get in there. Go on, get in.
You get back in there! You get this train moving! Go on!
Are these seats taken?
No. Go.
Come on. Back over here. Hands around the pole.
Damn.
Come on, come on, come on!
Please report, Westbound 501. What is your position?
Westbound 501, please check in.
Westbound 501. We have police orders to return to the station. Do you copy?
You have to hold this. It's like a grenade. You have to help me now. Come on, hold it.
Don't let it go. Huh? I'm counting on you.
Do you copy?
Hey! I'll take it from here.
- Uh-oh. Uh-oh.
Maybe you'd better let me have this after all. I'm afraid you're a bit hysterical
and you might let this go a mite early.
Hey! Hey, buckaroo!
It's not cos you're a woman, all right?
Hey, it's all right. Looks like we're all alone.
You won. You beat Jack. You beat everybody. Just throw me off the train. I don't care.
This stick works on a remote.
When you explode, that's where they'll come, but it's not where I'll be.
I have a different plan. Mess like that, they don't even count body parts.
Gives me more time.
It's not gonna hurt, Annie.
Hey, Jack, is that you?
He's so persistent. He always gets his man.
Wouldn't be able to interest you in a bribe, would I?
I've got plenty to go around.
My money!
You bastard! How does that feel?
You like that, huh? You like it, you bastard?
My money!
Shit!
You! I'm coming for you, Jack!
Hey, I'll drop the stick, boy. You want that?
I'm gonna get you.
Oh, yes!
What do you do, Jack? What do you do? You're so smart, right, Jack?
You piece of shit! I'm the guy with the plan cos I'm smarter than you.
I'm smarter than you.
Yeah.
But I'm taller.
Jack.
Jack!
Oh, God! I thought you were dead. Jack.
- Turn around. - Where's Payne?
He lost his head.
Oh, God.
- Let's take this off, shall we? - Yes. Let's take this off.
- Take it off. - Hello? Hello?
Does anyone copy? Jack, this is Mac. Can you hear me?
Jack, if you're there, you've got to stop the train. The track isn't finished.
- Mac, I copy.
- Mac. - If someone can hear me...
- Mac, can you hear me? - Try the emergency brake. Do you copy?
Nothing works! Annie, you won't believe this.
What?
We have to jump.
You can't stop it?
Well, OK, undo me, and I'd love to go with you. Come on.
- I don't have a key. - What?
I don't have the key.
Shit.
You gotta get off... You gotta get off the train.
Jack, please! This track dead-ends. You gotta get off this train. This is crazy.
There's a curve ahead.
I'm gonna speed it up, make itjump the track.
This is really stupid. Jack, please. You can still jump.
Jack, please. Please, Jack?
I can't believe he hit my van. Come on. It's all right.
Unreal.
You didn't leave me.
I can't believe it.
You didn't leave me.
Didn't have anywhere to be just then.
Check it out.
I have to warn you.
I've heard relationships based on intense experiences never work.
OK.
We'll have to base it on sex, then.
Whatever you say, ma'am.
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