Oh, my God.
Look out!
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 told me 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, run and check out the tower. Have a look-see, yeah? - All right.
You come with us.
- Let's go. We're gettin' off. - Boss, I can't. - Yes, you can. Come on!
- You shouldn't move him. - I'm getting him off of this plane.
You, 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. - Goddam 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.
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home
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.
Like how he firebombed that senator's yacht with two of his own cousins on board.
So what's your point?
Why would he sweat about killing some hired guns once they'd served his purpose?
- Now think about that. - What exactly are we discussing here?
Poe don't want me to off the pigs.
Well, it's not difficult to surmise how Nathan here feels about killing guards.
And my own proclivities are, uh...
well-known and, uh, 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 jumbojet 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 refuelling truck and a tractor.
So get back there and dig the plane out.
No. Yes!
- Viking, 'bout 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.
Holy shit!
Hey! We've got company!
Hey!
We've got company!
Go get Cyrus.
Yo, Cyrus!
How long we got till they get here, Nathan?
Ten, twelve minutes, tops.
Hey, what's your name? Wanna play?
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.
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.
- So Cindino was running a drag on everyone. - Yeah.
If you can't trust a South American drug lord, who can you trust, huh?
- 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 such a bad guy. Just always 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?
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 aeroplane 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.
# He's got the whole world in His hands #
# He's got the whole wide world #
Come on.
# He's got the whole world in His hands #
# He's got the whole wide world in His hands #
# He's got the whole world in His hands #
It's on the ground. Repeat. 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-- 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?
Well, 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. - Lock and load!
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.
Okay.
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, let's go. Get 'em in there. If they give you any trouble, kill 'em.
What can I do?
Take this. Go into the boneyard, yeah?
- Anybody gets through, you scratch their eyes out. - You got it.
Come on, little piggy.
Closer. Closer. Closer.
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, but...
Let's do it!
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!
Okay!
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! - Okay, I'm comin'.
- Go for the tyres! - Fuck the tyres! 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! - Okay.
Bye-bye, Bob, bye-bye.
Go, girl!
# Sweet home Alabama #
All right!
# Where the skies are so blue #
Define irony.
Bunch of idiots dancing on a plane...
to a song made famous by a band that died in a plane crash.
# In Birmingham they love the governor #
# We all did what we could do #
# Now Watergate does not bother me #
# Does you conscience bother you Tell me true #
# Sweet home Alabama #
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. T-T-The insulin made him crazy.
You have been near death the entire trip?
- Yeah, motherfucker, it was me. - No, he's, he's flipped out, man. 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!
Goddam 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'm feeling like maybe I'm not supposed to make it. - You're gonna make it.
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.
That 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?
- I got no move, sir. - Stupid bastard!
- No! Poe! - Land this thing!
- Where the hell is the Virus? - I'm the new captain. Put this thing down.
Target locked, sir.
- 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, sir. - Malloy, he's got the plane!
We're not over civilian population. Now is 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 droppin' too fast.
The strip's where I'm gonna land. Only the word is crash.
Should've shot 'em down over the open desert, Larkin.
Now the civilian casualties will be enormous.
Strap in, ladies. We're goin' for a night out in Vegas.
# He's got the whole world in His hands #
# He's got the whole wide world in His hands # - Shut the fuck up, you freak! We're gonna die!
- Can he make it to the airport? - No way, sir.
All right. We're gonna need police cars, uh, fire engines, emergency service vehicles...
anybody who knows CPR.
Oh, this is beautiful!
Wake up, Cyrus!
# In His hands #
Little, bitty babies
Cyrus, wake up!
Stay with me.
Will the driver of the white Corvette please move your car or it will be towed.
We are shit outta road! I'm outta here!
Before I kill you, Poe, I just wanted you to know...
that the last thing that little Casey Poe ever gets to smell...
will be my stinking breath.
Freeze!
Okay, lady, hold it right there!
- How am I doin', son? - You're doin' fine.
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.
Move!
Come get it! Come on now!
- That gun work? - Yeah.
Well, shoot that piece of shit!
Jesus!
- What the hell is that? - You pull over.
Yeah, sure. How 'bout 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 okay? - 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.
# How do I #
# Get through one night without you #
# If I had to live without you #
# What kind of life would that be #
# Oh, now #
# I need you in my arms Need you to hold me #
- Hello, Cameron. # You're my world, my heart, my soul #
- Hello, hummingbird. # If you ever leave #
# Baby, you would take away everything # - I meant to get a haircut.
# Good in my life #
I got a present for ya, Casey.
# Without you #
A little dirty.
Casey, sweetie, you take your daddy's present now.
No, no, no, honey. It's okay.
I got a picture, a picture of you.
I got a picture of you, too.
# Baby, I don't know what I would do #
# I'd be lost if I lost you #
# If you ever leave #
# Baby, you would take away # - Happy birthday, darlin'.
# Everything real in my life #
# And tell me now #
# How do I live without you #
# I want to know #
# How do I breathe without you #
# If you ever go #
# How do I ever #
# Ever survive #
New shooter comin' out, new shooter. Does the new shooter feel lucky?
Well, does he?
Yes, yes he does.
# Big wheels keep on turnin ' #
# Carry me home to see my kin #
# Singing' songs about the Southland #
# I miss Alabamy once again and I think it's a sin #
# Sweet home Alabama #
# Where the skies are so blue #
# Sweet home Alabama #
# Lord, I'm comin' home to you #
# Sweet home Alabama #
# Oh, sweet home, man #
# Where the skies are so blue # # - And the dark is true #
# Sweet home Alabama #
# Lordy #
# Lord, I'm comin' home to you #
# Here I come, Alabama #