All right! Let's do it!
- Hey, what's going on, man? - I got that stuff, man.
Here, kitty, kitty. Hey, you guys.
Hey, Buford. Hey, Milady. Come on. Come on.
I've got breakfast for you. Come over here. Come on, come on. Come on.
Come on. Here, kitty, kitty.
Agnes! Agnes, come on.
Hey, Buford. Buford, look, look. Look what I've got you for breakfast.
Help! Help me!
Get over here.
Nothing personal, buddy.
You've got to be sick of those tired, two-month relationships.
Problem is, you're not meeting the right kind of woman.
A woman who'll run with the wolves,
somebody who'll at least keep you interested.
- Run with the wolves? - Yeah.
Man, I've told you about watching too much of that Oprah shit.
Come on, Pete. A little excitement is not gonna kill you.
Terry, I like the women nice, quiet and dull.
You know what I'm saying? Not like that Mongolian feminist
that you set me up with.
Okay, wait a minute. All right, who is it?
- Who is who? - Who is she?
- What? - Come on, come on, you know.
Every time we start talking about my sex life,
it comes down to your wife trying to set me up with somebody.
- So, who is she? - Hold on, hold on, hold on...
- This is your brother talking, G. - Who is she, man?
What? She, like, cook breakfast with her toes or something?
- What? I got to wheel her around or... - All right, all right, all right.
- Her name is Shanandra. - Gesundheit.
No, no, come on, dude. Her name is Shanandra, G.
What the hell is a Shanandra?
I don't know, but she's bad, I'll tell you that.
I am too old to be dating a Shanandra. Something like...
Something that comes out your nose or something.
Trust me on this one, G.
Keep it up.
Got a job to do here.
Hey, Terry and Pete Nessip, United States Marshals.
May I have your ID, please?
Okay, sir. Sign right here, please.
Shanandra, sounds like a nightclub.
Gordon Maples, United States Attorney's Office.
- Pete Nessip. This is my brother Terry. - Pete, Terry.
Remember when the DEA started electronically confiscating drug money
- from all the banks? - Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
Dealers started to wake up in the morning to find all their money gone.
So, this guy Leedy was the big computer wonk for the Chang Triad.
He figured out how to hide their money so we couldn't find it.
You mean that guy in there, coughing up furballs, is a genius?
He breaks codes that can't be broken. It's like he lived inside the computers.
- How did he get caught? - His ego. He felt unappreciated,
so I cut him a deal to testify and kept him out of sight for the last year and a half.
Now, two weeks from trial, they found him.
I need you guys to move Mr. Leedy up to the pen in Atlanta
so I can keep him alive long enough to testify.
What about the cats? We don't have to take the cats, too, do we?
welcome to Pac-Atlantic flight 611 to Atlanta
with continuing service to Seattle.
Please make sure that all carry-on baggage is securely stowed...
Whoops!
It's okay. That's what I'm here for, cat protection.
Cat protection. Smooth, real smooth.
Okay, tight enough. Are you sure you've fed the cats enough?
Agnes, she's got a little bit of a problem with low blood sugar.
Leedy, the cats will be better fed than we will on this plane.
You're not just saying that to make me feel better, are you?
- Now, why would I do that? - What about the... How can we make sure
they can maintain the temperature in the baggage compartment?
What if they freeze? I gotta get down and see the cats. I want...
- Chill, man. - What if they freeze?
Hey, excuse me.
- Would you like an aisle seat? - That would be great.
Why are we not in first class? We should be in first class.
The pleasure's all mine.
43 A and B. This is going to be great.
I'm warning you. If anything happens to those cats, I'm gonna sue you.
You owe me, G.
You've ever heard of punitive damages, Mr. US Marshal?
We should be in first class, anyway.
- Miss, excuse me. - Yes, sir.
I'm afraid to fly. I need some water to take a sedative.
- Okay, no problem. I'll be right with you. - Doctor... Okay, thanks.
we're getting some heavy weather, folks.
So I've got permission to climb to 38,000, see if we can get above it.
Bob, I think you'd better listen to this.
Pac-Air 611 Bravo, this is Miami Approach. we just received a code-red transmission.
Would you care for some wine?
Thanks, but I only drink wine by candlelight.
Well, I might be able to help you with that. Would you like to follow me?
Give me a break.
The captain needs to see you on the flight deck, right away.
Yeah.
- Gentlemen - We just received this.
Flight 611, you are about to be taken over by Posse Comitus.
- Stay on your flight plan. - Oh, brother.
No one will be hurt.
You'll receive further instructions in five minutes. Over.
Hands up!
Okay! Turn around, keep your head down.
I said keep your heads down!
Sit down.
Nobody move, God damn it. If you do, I'll blow this plane to hell. You understand?
Get off the phone.
You, too, God damn it.
Get down!
Get your heads down. Feet on the floor. Hands out of pockets.
You're not listening.
Both of you!
- Leedy, come with me. - No, no, no! No, don't do this. No, please!
Please don't.
- How much time? - Ten seconds.
Wait for now.
No, leave my hand. No, that's my finger!
Jesus!
Be good now. Be good boys and girls. If you're not, I'll blow the plane up.
- what happened? - Number 1 is down!
Talk to me! Talk to me, Number 1.
I'm bulletproof. what are you? Hey!
Help! Now!
- What the hell? - Shit! We're losing cabin pressure.
Mayday! Mayday! This is Flight 611. 611 Heavy. Declaring an emergency.
- We have emergency decompression. ...two and four.
We're over Ocala, in Florida. We're...
Go! Go!
I've got you. Hang on. Okay, hold on to me. Hold on. Okay.
Okay, hold on. I've got you.
Grab her. Hold her.
- Lena, hold on. Hold on! I've got her. - Okay. Okay.
Terry, hang on. Hold on!
Help me!
Hang on, Terry.
- Help! - Hold on.
I've got you. Hold on.
Terry, you've gotta hold on!
I'm slipping!
- Terry! - I won't let go of you!
- Hang on to me! - No! Don't...
Terry! No!
No, Terry! No.
- Glenn Blackstone, agent in charge, FBI. - Bob Covington.
Tom McCracken, US Marshal's Office. Listen, I'm looking for my guy, Pete Nessip.
- Supposed to... - Pete's over there.
Pete. Pete, did you see anything?
Two, three, maybe more.
You didn't hear anything? Their names or anything?
The little girl, I reached for her and I grabbed her.
And...
They shot Terry. Motherfuckers.
He was bad. He was real bad. The blood was everywhere and I...
He was falling. I grabbed him and I had him.
- I couldn't hold him. - Oh, my God.
I couldn't hold him.
Bring up the passenger list and seating assignment.
Okay, break down the ticket purchase into cash and credit card.
Cross-check that with advance purchase and same-day purchase.
- What are you doing? - Nothing.
- It's some kind of virus or worm, sir. - Well, get it back.
I'm trying, but the whole system's going down.
- It's Leedy... - What?
- It was a setup. - A what?
- A setup. - What are you saying, Nessip?
- A prison break at 30,000 feet? - Yeah, why not?
So, what did they do? Come down and pick him up in a goddamn spaceship?
Look, I tackled one of the guys. He had some sort of pack on his back.
- Maybe it was a parachute. - What about Leedy, now?
He jumps out, opens up an umbrella and floats down like Mary Poppins?
- Nobody saw a parachute. - Nobody could see anything.
Their heads were down and the plane was filled with smoke.
What 32 people did see was they saw your brother fire at a man wrapped in explosives.
That's a lie! Wait a minute, what is this? The FBI get brownie points for speed?
We're talking about my brother here, man.
Look, isn't that worth the investigation?
- You want an investigation? - Yes!
Two hours after the explosion, an airline maintenance man
was gunned down at Miami airport running away from MPD detention.
And in his apartment they found Posse Comitus literature
and homemade C-4 explosives.
The maintenance man put the explosives on board?
That's right. Detective Fox, Miami PD, recognized the man
from the pre-flight inspection.
I'm telling you...
Look, we all feel bad about what happened to your brother,
and don't nobody want to paint him the fall guy. But the fact of the matter is
your brother opened fire on that plane and panicked, and 14 people are dead.
My brother didn't panic.
Sir, Forensics just got a positive ID on one of the remains found on the plane.
Your prisoner, Leedy.
Damn!
Through the coordinated investigation of federal, state
and local law enforcement officials,
the FBI believes that it has answered most of the questions
concerning the attempted hijack of Pac-Atlantic Air Flight 611.
It was the Marshal on board who set off the explosion. Is that true?
That question has been raised and is under investigation...
Hey, guys!
Guys, check it out!
- They're buying it top to bottom. - Of course they're buying it.
Baby doll, you talk about a rush, man.
We went out that fucking door, that wind hit you like a goddamn freight train.
I'm dragging away from the jet,
I come face to face with this woman, and I swear, she was still holding a magazine.
Has Leedy finished throwing up?
- Yes. - Good.
No, no, no, don't touch my hand, lady! Don't! No! Don't touch my hand!
- Watch out! Don't touch my hand! - Earl, come here!
Don't touch my hand!
Shut up and say thank you.
- Thank you? - Yes!
You threw me out of an airplane and you bit off my finger.
- You have nine good ones. - Well, how am I supposed to do my work?
You crashed the entire airline computer system with one hand, didn't you?
The information we have is sketchy right now,
but what we're hearing is that the Marshal allegedly fired at a hijacker,
and according to passengers, set off the explosion
which killed 14 people, including the hijackers.
Yes! Unload the boat. Unload the boat.
...and a federal prisoner by the name of Earl Leedy.
Wait, wait, wait, wait, they think I'm dead. Does that mean I'm free?
You're not free. Your ass belongs to me. And I'm gonna make it worth your while.
But wait, he mentioned only two Marshals.
What about the other Marshal that was on the plane?
He's dead. He's dead. I shot him.
I don't think so. He was in the bathroom.
Listen to me! All he saw was smoke.
We got out clean, except for that bitch that grabbed you, Jagger.
Next time, you just get her and throw her out the door.
I'll buy you breakfast. Come on, let's go. Breakfast.
- What you got, Deuce? - I got homemade grits and eggs.
How are you doing, Pete? I need to talk to you. It's important.
So is this.
Wait till you see what I found.
I got it nailed down to a two-square-mile radius
where the hijackers could've landed.
We've got our bodies, Pete.
Yeah, but the only bodies we've got that are burned beyond recognition
are those of the terrorists and that prick Leedy.
Does that make any sense?
Pete, nobody jumps from a 747 at that altitude and speed and lives.
- Period. You understand that? - No, no, no, that's where you're wrong.
Look, a SEAL team did it. Jumped out of a 727 three years ago.
I'm telling you, it's a setup.
Now all I have to do is figure out how Leedy fits into all this.
What?
The Board of Review is looking at this in two weeks...
The Board of Review!
...to determine yours and Terry's responsibility for the accident.
- What responsibility? - Pete, listen to me.
The FAA and the airline's in the middle of a goddamn firestorm with the media,
the insurance companies, relatives of dead passengers...
Nobody wants to hear about skydiving. Skydiving from 747s!
They're looking to point fingers at somebody,
and you and Terry are it. Don't you understand that?
You know the SOP on this. I have to ask you for your badge and your gun.
- What? You're suspending me? - Pete, please, you know the rules.
Give me your badge and your gun, please.
I don't care. I'm not quitting on this.
I took a team out in a commercial jet.
Delta Squad deployment, hostage-drill scenario.
- So it can be done? - We did it. But it was a 727 at 20,000 feet.
And it was a drill, no explosions.
A 747 at 38,000 feet, I doubt it.
Plus, you got another problem.
- Petty Officer. - Yes, sir.
You see this? You see this D-ring? High-density metal.
Now, your terrorists may have had
somebody stash a few guns behind a seat,
but not five parachute rigs.
Five rigs going through X-ray and metal detectors
would raise holy hell with airport security.
- Carry on. - Thank you, sir.
So, with the right equipment, it is possible.
Mister, to even think about jumping from a 747
you've either got to be very skilled or dick-brained.
- Now, which one do you wanna talk to? - What do you mean?
Well, skilled is a guy named Don Jagger. World-champion skydiver.
Dick-brained is his old partner, Jess Crossman.
Where can I find them?
I don't think they jump together anymore, but Crossman lives real close to here.
- Jess Crossman? - Not today, man.
- Do you know where I can find him? - You must be with the class.
Check upstairs.
- Thanks a lot. - No problem, dude.
Be right out.
Damn!
- What was that? - Can you believe that?
Now you listen here to me.
I hope you're good at fixing toilets,
because you're never, ever gonna fix another plane of mine.
I got my new chute in. You want to take me up later?
I'll take your face off if you don't come and fix this plane right.
Where did you learn how to fix planes? Mr. Goodwrench?
This isn't a waiting room, and the next load is booked.
Damn. And I really wanted to get on that plane.
DEA, FBI or local?
Jess Crossman.
If you want to talk to me, you're either a skydiver or a cop.
And, well, you definitely don't look like any skydiver I have ever seen.
You know, cops, I don't like them.
Every time you've met one has been right after you've broken the law.
Yeah.
Did I go out of state without calling my parole officer?
Yes, I admit it. But it was an emergency.
You're not here about a parole violation?
Have you heard about a hijacking of a 747?
Yeah. Hear about it, how could I miss it? What a major screwup!
What if it wasn't a screwup?
What if someone just wanted to make it look that way?
- Why? - To grab a prisoner I was escorting.
A jump.
A jailbreak from a 747? That's a cool idea.
No offense.
- Could you do it? - What, am I a suspect?
Why do you ask?
Well, because people probably told you
that Jessie Crossman was the only person skilled enough to jump from a 747.
Well, the actual phrase used was "dick-brained."
And I checked. You were with your parole officer.
Look, some yahoo pulled a John Wayne on that flight
and got a lot of people killed, all right?
That's not what happened, Ms. Crossman. And that yahoo was my brother.
Well, God. I'm sorry about that.
But if I'm not a suspect, then I don't have to talk to you, do I?
You still haven't answered the question about the jump.
See, the longer I stand here, the broker I get. So...
You want to talk to me about jumping,
you can pay like everyone else, right, Mr. Cop?
We'll see.
What do I need this getup for if I don't have a chute?
It's my drop zone, it's my rules.
Wait a minute, now. You're not scared, are you?
No.
Hey, wait! Hold on! Wait for me!
All right, give me a controlled exit and a good arch.
Ready, set, go!
I don't get the attraction.
You know, haven't you ever watched a bird gliding on the wind
- and wished you could do it? - Yeah, for about 20 seconds.
You know, you just don't get it, do you?
What could be so difficult about jumping out of an airplane?
You count to 20, you pull the damn string and that's it.
Let the air sculpt your body position, all right?
Ready, set, go!
- Yes! - Jesus...
Can you see the way the wind forces the...
Come here. Can you see the way the wind forces their bodies open?
We're only at 80 knots.
A 747 at 500 knots would rip a jumper clean apart.
And that, my friend, is where the skill comes in.
No big deal.
You are way out of your league up here, cowboy. Way out.
I hear you talking all this stuff about skill.
If you're so good, how come you're still working in this shithole?
What?
What, you need to be hooked on phonics? Shit hole. Shithole.
Hey!
He paid for one jump, I might as well give him one.
For Christ's sake, just go get him, okay?
All right.
Help!
Get off of me! Get off of me. You kicked me.
Wait! Come back! Come back! Come back!
- Help me! - I've got you.
You're crazy!
- Hold still. - Get me out of this.
I thought you did okay.
Welcome to the sky! You fell, you lived, good start.
Now you fell, you lived, I'm gone.
You're out of your damn mind.
There are things in here.
Hey!
Hey, I didn't know she was going to do that, okay?
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah? I bet it was a whole lot safer
than landing with you in that damn plane of yours.
Where can I find Don Jagger?
There's a big jump this weekend at Ocean Reef.
All the hot ones will be there. That's your best bet, man.
Thank you.
Skydivers are a real tight group.
You're gonna have a tough time breaking in by yourself.
Well, I'll take my chances, thank you very much.
Hey, you know, Jess didn't mean anything by that.
Ever since Jagger went south on her she's been a little touchy.
What happened to Jagger?
He says he got conned into making some drug jumps.
He did a little time. She did a little time, too.
- They never patched things up. - Why would she want to?
She's loyal. I'd give her that much. What do you think?
I think it's time for you to zip it.
And let's go on and get that rammerjammy fixed on the tail, all right?
- Nice jump, man. - Yeah, right!
Shit!
I'll kill you.
Please, don't push me.
Don't let me... Wait. No, wait. No!
- Nice landing. - Good. Good.
Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.
Come on, come on, come on...
Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.
- I can't. I can't. - Hit it, brother. Hit it, brother. Hit it.
- I can't, I'm sorry... - Leedy, do your job.
I need a minute to steady myself.
When we break in, we don't have minutes, we have seconds.
- It's the jump. Don't... It's the jump. - Now, do it.
- I can't think. - Jump him until he can.
Maybe he's had enough for one day, all right?
I haven't had enough for one day. Jump him till he can, come on.
- Please. I can't think. - Come on. Up and at 'em.
- Go! Come on! Let's go. - Let's go. Up and at 'em.
Come on, let's go.
- I don't want to jump anymore! - Come on, go!
This is going to be a snap.
God, this is easy.
They're not going to know what hit them.
- Hi, Joy Willins. - I'm Pete.
- Pete. Yeah. - It's a pleasure.
Miami Police. They've been really great. Come on, Lena's around back.
Look what I've got for you.
Thank you.
That's to replace the one that you lost on the plane.
Maybe it'll make you feel a little better.
Lena, do you remember me?
Remember that your tiger bumped me upside the head
when we were on the plane?
Do you remember anything about your plane trip?
Maybe that there was something strange happening,
there was noise, yelling?
No, I fell asleep and when I woke up we were already landed.
I'm going to show you some pictures and I want you to look at them very carefully.
This is the plane that we were on.
Remember? Remember the plane?
And then something went wrong. Something happened.
There was a loud noise. There was a lot of smoke.
- A big noise? - A big noise.
There was a lot of wind and people were yelling and screaming.
Do you remember if you saw anyone?
Help me!
- What are you doing? - Do you remember anything about
what he may have been wearing or... What?
He wore glasses?
He...
The scar. He had a scar?
Lena, was this the man that you saw on the plane?
You can tell me, nobody's gonna hurt you.
Look, see, he has a scar.
Is this the man?
All right, okay. Look, look. That's enough, okay?
- That's enough. Could you please go now? - See, he has a scar.
- Was this the man you saw? - Let's end it. I'm gonna get the detectives.
- You can answer, it's okay. - Detective Wallace!
- That's all right. Thank you. Thank you. - Please.
- Thank you, Lena. I'm sorry. - Come on, it's all right. That's all right.
Yes!
Detective Fox, Miami Metro.
Concerning that plane accident you're investigating.
The other US Marshal on the plane has acquired some information.
- The other Marshal? - That's correct.
The young lady on the plane, she gave him a partial ID of one of the hijackers.
A scar under his right eye.
- I'm impressed. - Thank you.
Not with you, with the other Marshal.
Hang on, I wanna come with you.
- Hey, Don. - Hey.
You're mine now. Where I go, you go.
Let me go or lose me forever.
I'm serious.
Hey, hey, what are you doing?
Hey. Ty, what are you doing?
Hey, hey, let me go.
What are you doing? Let me go!
Hey! Hey! Damn it!
Hey, God damn it! Let me go! Let me go!
You son of a bitch!
It's all over. Bye-bye.
No!
Cool move, papa.
You see that? 9-1-1 is not gonna work for him.
What you just saw there can happen to any one of you.
Our skydiving team is now four strong. No problems with that.
Oh, God. Did you ever jump those round chutes?
You can't steer the damn things
and you never know where they're gonna come down.
I got enough branches up my ass to start a pulpwood mill.
Hi. I'd like... I don't know, maybe...
A minute to wait for you to come back.
- Look at this guy. - What's he doing at our table?
I don't think he gets it. Let's explain it to him.
Yeah.
Here it goes.
This is going to get messy.
Hey, guys, I'm sitting in your seats? Oh, I'm sorry.
- Can I offer you a beer? - Sure.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Hey, hey, come on, man.
If you wanted me to move, you just should have asked.
Jesus! Take it.
Get these guys a beer. Get him a pillow.
- Nessip. - Bob.
Nice to meet you, Bob. See you up there.
Well, I see you've met some skydivers.
You're not much of a cop, but you sure do make friends easy.
If you blow my cover, I'm gonna bust your ass right back to prison.
Do you understand me?
Looks like you're doing a good job of blowing your own cover.
- Why don't you have a seat? - Last time I did that, I got into a fight.
Look, buddy, at the moment we're the only cover you've got.
Have a seat.
Look, all I want to do is talk to your friend Jagger.
Okay, then here's what I want.
There's a big exhibition jump in DC next weekend.
I want to go, but my parole officer won't let me.
- Keep talking. - Well, see, you got a big problem here.
The only way you're gonna learn anything is if you hang out with the best.
And right now, you're kind of sticking out like a Cub Scout in a whorehouse.
Bad news, man, you're not gonna believe what happened.
I reach your parole officer and you work me in with these guys, right?
And another thing...
Burn in. Drinks up!
Blue skies!
- Black death! - Black death!
What the hell is that?
It means some skydiver somewhere burned in today.
- What does that mean? - As in, crash landed. Dead.
They're gonna ring that bell and raise a toast every hour till midnight.
- Great tradition. - Who hammered in?
Jagger.
Damn!
The cops found him with a fat sack of cocaine on him.
He was stuck up in some power lines.
Power lines?
What, he just floated into the power lines, Sel?
It's just what I heard. I'm sorry.
- No, that's not possible. - Jessie, I'm sorry. Where are you going?
If you want my help, you pay for me and the airplane.
- Okay, how much? - $15,000.
- $15,000? - That's what it costs.
What do you care, anyway? It's the government's money.
I don't work for the government anymore.
I'll talk to you later.
What's up, man?
- Good news. Good news, Mr. Moncrief. - What's that?
Our client has found your offer quite interesting.
We're all just a little concerned about the fact
that you used to be an agent for the DEA.
Used to be. Used to be is why I'm worth something to you.
Right, right, well your past leaves a bad taste in our client's mouth.
You have to do better than that.
If the taste was bad, gentlemen, you wouldn't be here.
What I'm offering you, no one else in the world can provide.
No one else.
I'm willing to prove it by doing it one time for free.
Then when we meet again, you tell your boss to bring his wallet.
Payment in full.
Simple as that.
Then we have a deal. Thanks for lunch. Let's go.
Go! You're up.
I'm not ready. I'm not ready. I'm not ready. I'm not ready!
Torski, these are computers.
- Silent movies for 400, please. - Answer there...
Who is Jackie Cooper?
Coogan. Jackie Coogan, stupid...
- We gotta go. - Damn it. Give me some space!
Hey, how are you doing? I've got a surprise for you here.
My God. Look at this. Too bad we're not in the drug business.
- Come on, Leedy. - I've almost got it.
- There. - Where are you...
Can I help with anything?
You're making me nervous. Would you just get away?
You got two minutes, Earl.
- What can I do to help you? - I've got access.
Good. Good.
- I'm into the system. - Yes.
- Wanna run this up to the evidence locker? - You got it, babe.
Hey, Judy, Judy, wait up.
Baby, don't come down here.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Hey.
- The elevator's coming up. - Roger that.
- Earl, we have to close that now. - Okay! Okay! All right, okay.
Here they come.
Look at him.
Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on.
- We've got to go. Close it down. - Don't rush me. They'll know we were here.
You did good. Move it.
Stay. Go! Go!
- we're moving, Torski. - Got you.
Oh, yeah.
God damn it! Fucking Leedy threw up all over me.
The daring late-night theft netted criminals
over $50,000 worth of drugs stolen from this protective enclosure.
The thieves hid out in the building's maintenance area
until everyone had gone home.
An intensive Internal Affairs review is underway,
since access to these areas is strictly limited to station personnel.
Reporting from Miami headquarters, I'm Diana Morales. Back to you.
I have to admit it, you're good, but so am I.
Here come your Miami undercover agents.
Finally.
These narcs are walking around somewhere thinking they're alive.
Excellent. Thank you, carry on.
So, is that it?
- Am I done? - No, a little while longer.
Is this the Marshal, the other Marshal? The one on the plane?
- You told me you took care of him. - Don't worry about him.
What do you mean, don't worry about it? The guy you killed is his brother.
Leedy! I said don't worry about him. I'll take care of my end of it, okay?
- Radical. - All right, man, right behind you.
Yeah, I'm ready, man.
- Where's your car? - Don't ask.
- Well, very, very cool bike. - Air time.
Where's my team?
All right, all right, they're upstairs.
- All right. - Come on.
Looking good, guys. Good formation. That's great.
- Hey, Bobby. - Hey, Jess.
- How you doing? - How you doing, baby?
I'm getting together a team for the DC jump. What about it?
- Hell, yes. Are you kidding me? - Cool. Have you seen Swoop around?
No, not for a while. I heard that crazy bastard was living on the street, though.
Yeah, right. What else is new? I think I know where he's at.
We'll find him and Hockridge and we've got ourselves a team.
- I'm in. Good to see you. - All right. Good to see you.
Jess, come here. Hockridge is out, he busted his ankle.
- What? - It wasn't even on a jump.
He slipped getting out of the bathtub.
But, you see, I figure I could take his place, no problem.
What have you logged, sweet pea, a whole 20 jumps?
Come on, Jess, when was the last time you actually saw me jump?
No, he is looking a lot better, Jess. I've been giving him some extra air time.
- He's good. - You give me half the chance,
- I'll slice the sky to pieces. - Look, Selly, I don't need an Indiana Jones.
I need somebody who's good and who takes orders, period.
Well, I like the kid's attitude. He's got a lot of enthusiasm.
I think he does, too, but enthusiasm can get you killed up there. Thank you, Pete.
- I can get Burt, he'll be here next week. - No, I can't deal with Burt.
Can I have your attention, please?
All right, Selly, you're in. But here's the drill.
First of all, you're our mechanic, so please keep the plane flying.
Second of all, if you hotdog on me, you're gone.
And third, Winona, keep a watch on the extra air time.
Come on, let's go.
I'm taking Pete, we're gonna go find Swoop.
- Swoop? He's a nutcase. - Swoop is cool. Swoop! Swoop!
Swoop you.
- I'm jumping, right? - Jumping out of a plane?
No, I need you alive to deal with my probation officer.
- Come on, Jess, I'm serious. - So am I. I'm a good teacher,
but nobody's good enough to get you up to exhibition level in a week.
Jess, here's the deal.
Something tells me I'm not going to find who I'm looking for down here, right?
So, I gotta go up there.
If I don't jump, we've got no deal.
All right, you're an alternate, you train, but you don't jump the exhibition.
Way to go, kid.
- Swoop. - Why are we up here, again?
Swoop!
What the hell would he be doing over there?
Swoop!
Over here.
- Hey, Swoop. - Hey!
- What are you doing? - Jeez.
How about this, huh? The fine folks of this building
asked if I'd just come out here and do a few windows, this and that.
- I need you for a team, Swoop. - Really?
- Yeah. - Yeah? How much does it pay?
- Nothing. - Nothing.
All your jumps are paid for.
So, how about those jumps, there, Jess, are they paid for?
- Yeah, they are. - Didn't I just say that to him?
Yeah, but if he hasn't jumped with you, he won't talk to you. He won't.
Well, I am going to have to require a free T-shirt, Jess.
- What? Can we get him a free T-shirt? - Yes. Tell him he can have a T-shirt.
- Okay. Free T, Swoop. Whatever you want. - Yeah!
- Swoop. Yeah. - My lucky day.
Here, give me a hand.
All right! It opened.