Come on.
Give me a flare.
- Meet me at Eagle's Cape. - I'm not leaving.
Don't worry about me!
Gravity's a bitch, isn't it?
Fuck the money, and fuck you!
I wasn't born to die on a mountain.
Where were you born to die? Got a place picked out?
I don't need to hear that shit trom you, boy.
Maybe this boy should make this big mouth bigger.
Stop this!
The tight's not here. It's out there.
Find us some shelter.
Next time you're, like, watching MTV, you know...
take a split second and flip it to the Weather Channel.
I mean, hey, where would you rather be right now?
Here in tent city, or at home playing some righteous air hockey?
Air hockey's definitely got my vote.
Exactly, cheesehead, exactly.
- Cheesehead? - Cheesehead.
- He was here. - What was in there?
Answer the man.
- Nothing. Just tourist souvenirs. - Or equipment.
Maybe Walker plans to look atter his friend here.
He's not my triend...
and I don't like him any more than I do you.
Nice try.
But I never underestimate the power ot loyalty when it comes naturally.
Not like the kind that has to be paid tor.
Make a tire.
It costs a fortune to heat this place.
That's bad humor, I know.
We better get some sleep. We're gonna need it.
Rescue units, come in.
Again, do you read? Come in.
What the hell is going on up there?
Hal.
Jessie, do you read?
Jessie. It looks as if we're drawing a crowd.
We're down to a tew hours before the whole tucking world shows up.
- Where's the next one? - On the tower.
How far?
He asked how far, goddamn it!
You know what I think? I think you've been taking the scenic route.
How far is it?
Halt a day.
- It's half a day. - Hey, Hal!
Check it out, man. It's Hal. Hey, man, you stuck up here too?
- You missed a great jump yesterday. - Walk over.
For Christ's sakes, man, they're just kids.
- Why don't you let them go? - We're not animals.
Don't torce us to be. Walk over.
Hey, man, was that storm a real bummer or what?
Me and him were in tent city last night.
- Yeah. - Hey, Hal.
We're gonna take one last jump and split.
You baby-sitting hikers?
- Run, man, run! - What?
Get the hell out...
Son of a bitch. You didn't have to kill him!
Shut up!
Sue me.
Fuck.
Shoot him!
You're letting him get away! Shoot him!
Shit. Ow!
You murdering motherfuck.
Kill a tew people, they call you a murderer.
Kill a million, and you're a conqueror.
Go tigure.
Move on, Tucker. Time is short.
Okay. Just like you said.
He's taking them the long way around.
To stay ahead ot them, we're gonna have to go through that crack.
You said there was a way across.
There is.
- Where the tuck is it? - There.
You blind?
Hell with the money. Radio the chopper.
You just don't get it, do you?
We're in bed now, joined at the hip, partners in crime.
You've crossed over, Travers, and there's no crossing back.
All right, that'll keep it dry.
Okay, let's do it.
Get a good tooting.
Okay.
It's slick, Jess.
Good foothold.
Jessie, don't move.
Oh, my God.
- Let's get out of here. - No!
Jessie, you gotta get down!
Come on!
Get down!
Stay close to me.
All right, get down.
Hold on to me.
It's on my back!
Let's get out!
It's otf your back. There's nothing on your back.
It's okay.
Rocky Mountain Rescue Center, this is Rescue 3. Over.
Rescue 3, this is Rescue Center. Go ahead.
The vis is good. I've got at least 20 miles in all directions.
If anyone's out here, I'll find them. Over.
Roger, 3. Center out.
Center, this is 3.
I've picked up a signal on the thermal imager just north of Comb Bluff.
Landing to investigate.
Get out! Get out ot here!
Get the hell out!
Jesus Christ.
Here, I got you. I got you.
I got you, son. I got you.
There's the opening.
When I get up there, I'll hook up the line...
and you tollow me up.
- Okay? - All right.
- The other one is tollowing. - I'll move to a high point, tlank him.
Don't kill him until you get the money.
Sure.
Mr. Wright, we found the I. D. on the dead pilot.
He was known to fly for Qualen. Over.
What about the Treasury jet? Over.
Its wreckage is scattered over a two-mile area.
No bodies have been found. Over.
Finally. An F. A. A. satellite has located a downed aircraft.
Head 110 miles south-southwest ot the park entrance.
Treasury Control, get the rescue people on their way.
We're headed straight there. One out.
Center out.
I got it, Jess.
We're almost out. I can chop through.
Jessie, come on up!
Okay!
Walker.
Small world, ain't it?
Don't even think about it.
Your lite's on sale, Walker.
The price is 30 million.
- Where is it? - It's gone.
What the tuck are you talking about? Where's the money?
I burned it. Never could save anything.
Not even a dumb mountain boy like you would burn $30 million.
I don't make deals, Walker, but I'll make one with you.
Hand over the money, and I'll just kill you and not the girl.
Give me the money!
Gabe?
All right.
Come on. Come on!
- Can you walk? - Yeah.
Kynette, what's going on? Where's the money?
- He said he torched it. - Where is he now?
He dropped down into some cave.
You've had your chance. Move it out now.
- Kristel, get the C-4. - Roger.
Just give me five minutes.
I said get the fuck out of there.
Good. And blow up that black bastard while you're at it.
Save me the time ot doing it meselt.
It you want me, I'll be here!
I'm in here!
I'm in here.
You're making it too easy tor me.
No bullets, bitch!
Now, I'm gonna ask you just three times: where's the money?
Sissy.
You hit like a sissy.
Wrong answer, motherfucker!
Get up!
Now, I'm gonna ask you tor a second time.
Where is the money?
Burned it.
Wrong answer!
Time to kill a mountain man.
It amazes me, in this day and age, when a man...
will put money...
before the personal safety...
ot himselt and his bitch.
At least you can go to your grave knowing...
that I'm gonna treat the bitch...
right!
Are you okay? Oh, God! I thought he killed you!
- Are you okay? - Yeah. I'm all right.
Hal, Jessie, do you read?
Again, do you read? Come in.
Hal, Jessie, what the hell's goin' on up there?
Jessie, find it.
It's ready.
Rescue 1, Rescue 2.
- Do you copy? Over. - Here it is!
I found Evan in the east valley.
He's got a gunshot wound in the back.
He's en route to the medical center in Granby in critical condition.
In case you can hear this, I'm resuming my search.
Come on!
You'll make somebody a tine wite someday.
You should see me bake a cake.
He's still alive, tor another four minutes.
- Where's it set? - Primed to go oft right over his head.
Fuck!
Gabe, three minutes! There's a bomb!
Get the hell out of there! There's a bomb over your head!
Jessie, get the gear!
Come on, Jessie. This way.
That charge is gonna cause a landslide. We gotta get to the west tace.
Why the hell are we wasting time?
Making sure he's not going to tind that last case.
You want to kill me, don't you, Tucker?
Well, take a number and get in line.
The ledge is too far. Take this rope and pull it apart and tie it together.
- We're gonna rappel down. - This rope is 60 years old.
- Will it hold? - Don't think so.
Bad answer.
Frank! Frank!
- No, Frank! - He can't see you.
Go!
Here comes our ride. Move.
Okay, now, swing as hard as you can. Push!
Jump.
Frank! Frank! Frank!
What's happening here? Where's the rest of the group?
Welcome.
What are you doing?
Now, back oft!
I came here to help you.
You did.
Don't move.
- Frank! Frank! - Better hurry, Tucker.
Get out ot here!
You stupid maniac!
- No one told you to shoot. - We've wasted enough time.
Frank?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
This man never hurt anybody!
Touching.
Kristel, check the chopper. Let's go.
Get back! Get back!
Go! Jessie, run!
That son ot a bitch.
All right. We use a chopper to locate the third case.
- Then we get the hell out of here. - No.
There's not enough fuel to search around.
Just enough to get us down.
You're not running things, Travers.
As soon as he tinds the money, you're as dead as me.
Give me the monitor.
Now.
- What's the code, Travers? - I told you, Qualen.
Fitty thousand possible key code combinations...
in 15-second intervals.
So, what's the fucking code?
Well, look what Agent Travers tound.
I guess he is running things atter all.
Isn't he?
So what's the plan, Travers? We use the chopper to find the money.
Right?
What a good idea.
But then again...
without a pilot...
nobody even gets otf this mountain.
What are you doing, Eric?
Do you know what real love is, Kristel?
Sacritice.
Now I'm the only one who can tly us out of here.
We're partners again.
Now, take your toy...
and tind our money.
Radio when you tind it.
I'm waiting here.
All right, the last of the money's at Crockett River.
If we take the northern ridge, we can get there tirst.
There is no "we." I'm gonna go along the north trail to Bitker Ladder.
You go on to the station tor help.
- Are you crazy? - It they tind the money, Hal's dead.
- Just get back there tast. - All right.
Roger, Control. But where the hell are those National Guard choppers?
They had a mechanical, sir. It's being worked on now.
- Their E. T. A. is one hour. - An hour?
You got to do better than that. Now, get a move on. Out.
Stop there.
We're close.
I got it locked in.
So we're finished with him, yeah?
Yeah. Do it quietly.
Your insane boss just made enough noise...
tor anyone within ten miles to hear us.
It's been fun.
Hey, Delmar.
From me to you...
you're an asshole.
Yeah?
And you're a loudmouth, punk slag...
who's about to die.
Maybe.
But in a minute I'll be dead.
You...
will always be an asshole.
So go ahead and shoot.
I'm getting cold.
Shoot!
Who's shooting?
Tell me...
do you like soccer?
It's a great sport.
I was a tucking good striker. Isn't that something?
Oh, God!
Fuck you!
Ah, you're swearing now.
That's a penalty kick tor unsportsmanlike.
A lovely little chip shot.
He dribbles past one detender...
two detenders...
three detenders.
Striker lines up at the penalty spot.
He focuses on the ball.
The crowd is on its teet.
Striker moves to his lett.
He draws back his foot.
He comes in.
Season's over, asshole!
I said quietly.
What the fuck is going on?
This is not right.
Fuck!
Goddamn.
Fuck you, Walker!
Fucker!
Goddamn it!
Come in, goddamn it.
Have you got what we need?
It's Walker. The son of a bitch is still alive, Qualen.
No names. This is an open line.
I don't give a shit, Eric Qualen!
Had to be insane to tie up...
with a lowlife piece of shit like you anyway.
They beat us.
A couple of fucking mountain rangers beat us.
Jesus Christ, that's Travers. Get a bead on that trequency.
They beat the man no law agency ever could.
Get ott the radio.
And I'm finding that pretty tuckin' hilarious, Qualen.
Stop transmitting, you stupid bastard!
It's hard to believe I sold out atter 20 years...
and this is my payback?
To run on a mountain with a tuckin' dirtbag like you!
Travers, you've lost your mind.
Lost it. Have I lost it?
Fuckin' A, I've lost it, Qualen! Pure, fuckin' section eight!
I gotta go.
I'm on my last otticial manhunt.
Adios, mothertucker!
You got a bearing on that trequency yet?
Yes. Eight minutes away.
You're dead, Walker!
Frank!
I won, Walker!
Gabe!
Travers, come in.
Compliments of Delmar. Too late. You missed him.
He decided to take a swim to Arizona.
- Tucker. - That's right.
Congratulations.
Qualen?
It's all over.
Walker. You resilient bastard.
So you're still alive.
I want that money, and I want it now.
Qualen, the game's over.
You lost.
Oh, no. The game's just getting interesting.
I'm airborne now, you see.
As a matter of tact, I've picked up a passenger...
you might be interested in.
Go on, talk.
I said talk, goddamn it!
Hal, he's got me. I'm sorry. I thought he was Frank.
You get the picture, Walker?
Now, I want that money.
Meet me at the highest point trom where you are.
It you don't, we're going to find out...
it this little angel of yours can fly.
Jessie, take him to the highest point near Bitker Ladder.
I'll meet you there. Don't worry.
Love's a killer, isn't it?
- Where are you, Walker? - You're getting warmer. Keep climbing.
You're getting closer.
Look out.
I must admit, you're a real piece of work.
Yeah, and I must admit, you're a real piece of shit.
Throw it up, or I'll kill her.
You do, and the cash is gone.
- The money. - I want you to put her down.
Over there!
Jessie, run!
- What about you? - Run!
Run!
Come on, Qualen.
I got what you want. Come on.
Come on. Come and get it.
Come on. Closer.
Come on, closer.
- A little closer, Qualen. - Throw it in.
Bring it closer.
Oh, my God.
Throw it in.
Damn you, Walker!
Run!
Jessie, move!
Come on.
It's just us now, you piece of shit.
Watch out!
Get out of there, man!
Stick around.
We had a deal...
and now we've just got each other.
You're not atraid to die.
Come on, get him!
Get out ot there!
Remember, shithead.
Keep your arms and legs in the vehicle...
at all times!
Give me the rope!
Okay.
I'm out ot here.
Gabe, buddy, you think you could have put a little less eftort in that climb?
I mean, I thought you were in shape.
- I guess I'm just talling apart. - Yeah.
This is Agent Wright. Copy?
- Yeah, copy. - Please identify yourselves. Over.
Yeah, this is Hal Tucker, Rocky Mountain Rescue.
Hey, we're glad to see you guys.
If you're looking for Mr. Qualen...
try about 4,000 feet south of here.
He'll be the one wearing a helicopter. Over.
Good.
I'll arrange transportation for the three of you...