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and wait for my mark.

Colton!

I don't think I could

take her any higher!

Come on! Come on!

Aw, no! No, no! Aw, man,

we're in a stall!

Come on!

Gaah!

He's so bad at this!

Hey, what are you

doing up there?!

Not good!

This is not good!

Come on!

Colton,

your plane is

in a dead stall.

I'm sorry, but it's time

for my plan now.

No! No nukes,

Colonel!

Don't count

us out yet!

Marty,

get the payload ready.

Houston, we got

a damn problem.

What?

He's right!

The drop mechanism

is malfunctioning.

The bay doors won't open.

That's not good.

Not good?

Our odds of getting out

of this alive are--

Never tell me

the odds!

You get this plane

out of a stall,

and, Hal, get

the bay doors open.

They're headed

right for her, sir.

That son of a b*tch

is going kamikaze on us.

I've got

the controls back!

I'm coming home, Elizabeth!

COLTON:
Hal,

open the bay doors!

I can't. The mechanism

is still fried, man.

You gotta cut

the hydraulic cables.

What do you mean?

You can't drop

the payload?

We have

no power at all!

The only way

this is gonna work

is manual.

We gotta do it

manual, or we

all die, savvy?

But wait.

We gotta

be closer.

If we drop this now,

it's just gonna

disperse

into nothing

over Florida.

Then I'm going down with it.

Kyle,

cut the cable!

Okay.

Hal, patch me

into the hanger.

All right, man.

Raya!

That red light

in the sky,

that's for you, honey.

You tell

your mom and Wyatt

that I love 'em.

Dad!

I love you!

I love you!

Ahoy.

Hey, Colton, are you

sure about this?

Just like

old times, Marty!

Damn!

Let's go!

Go get 'em,

baby!

Yee-hah!

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

Let's go!

Ha ha ha ha!

Yahoo!

Whah ha ha ha ha!

Colonel,

we're getting intel

that Colton West

is doing a HALO drop

into the hot zone.

He what?

Yippee-ki-yay,

gargantulantula!

Ha ha ha ha-.

Indiana Jones got

nothing over this guy.

Spiders. I hate spiders.

HAL:
She's down.

What the hell's

going on up there?

Colonel, hit her

with all you got.

Who's this?

Now!

Fire.

Direct hit, sir.

Yeah!

Yeah!

Target is destroyed.

I repeat,

target is destroyed!

Yeah!

Son of a b*tch.

He did it again.

Right on!

All right!

...talking about,

fellas. Good job.

What about West, sir?

He couldn't possibly

have made it.

Real good job.

Hey.

Look.

Good job, man.

Remember me?

Come here.

Where's my buddy?

God!

Yeah.

Ho ho!

Let me see here.

Colonel.

Colton West.

Told you. We had a plan.

Glad you made it.

Yeah, well,

thankfully I did,

but the gargantulantula,

she wasn't as lucky.

She's terminated,

all right.

It's a job

well done, boy.

Sorry I ever

doubted you.

You know what?

I'm gonna take

my whole battalion

to see

your next movie twice.

Well, thank you, General.

It's Colonel.

Whatever.

My little girl.

I love you, Dad.

I love you, too.

Wait a minute.

You called me Dad.

That's the sweetest thing

you could say to me.

Deal with it.

Gladly.

And you cannot tell

your mom about any of this.

Dad,

it's all over the news.

I guess

she's used to it.

Come here.

Just remember, guys,

it doesn't matter

if you win

by an inch

or a lavalandslide.

Winning is winning!

Yes!

Ha ha ha ha ha!

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