Con Air Page #6

What's wrong with him?

My first thought would be

a lot.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- Hi. I'm, I'm Vince Larkin.

- I'm Tricia Poe.

Nice to meet ya.

This, this must be Casey.

- Hello, Casey. - Hello, Vince

Larkin. - Nice to meet ya.

So how are you doin'?

I'm sorry. That's, uh- Scratch

that. Dumb question. You-

You wanted to see your husband today,

and then this whole thing happened.

Maybe you could just tell me

exactly what's going on here and-

We're doing everything we can

to get the plane down.

Actually, that's w-why I wanted

to talk to you.

Hey, wait. W-Where'd you get

the rims, man?

My personal sh*t's

down in the belly.

- Hey, those are my shades.

- They're mine now, sister.

Men!

It seems that your husband,

Cameron...

had an opportunity to get off

the plane and he didn't do it.

And I was hoping

you could...

maybe help me

figure out why.

That would make two of us.

I don't know.

I mean, it's possible,

it's, it's not uncommon...

that some parolees actually fear

their release date.

A certain degree of institutionalization

sets in. Fear of coming home.

- Fear of living in society. Any of this make sense?

- No, no.

That's not Cameron. I mean, if you, if

you knew him, if you read his letters...

or if you talked to him

on the phone, you'd know that-

I mean, he's been waitin' for this day

for eight years. He's not gonna-

I mean, look, he's got this little,

this little girl to come home to.

Wouldn't you...

do the same thing?

There'd have to be a pretty strong

reason to keep me on that plane.

Well, knowing Cameron,

I'm sure there is a good reason.

Uh, maybe, if you, if you do

see him or if you talk to him...

maybe you could just tell him

to come home, all right?

Be kinda nice

to have him around.

You got it.

Vince, line one.

This body fell out

of the sky.

Vince Larkin? This is Ted Grasso,

Fresno Police Department.

We got a problem here

with a corpse.

Yeah, it fell out

of the sky.

I don't think

he's an astronaut.

Then what's this got

to do with me?

It's got your name

written all over it.

Last transponder tag

was in Arizona.

Body falls here,

in Fresno.

Lerner Airfield.

They're turning around.

- They're coming back. Can

you get me Chief- - Devers.

Please. Thank you.

- Vince?

- Turn around.

Plane's headed to Lerner Airfield. It's

a small strip about 100 miles from here.

Horseshit! We're tailing the

transponder tag into Arizona.

Listen to me.

A body fell from the sky.

It had a note on it.

We got 'em vectored

at 12:
00 and 30 miles.

- Vince, please, son. We're right on his tail.

- Just listen to me!

It was to me!

The note on the body was to me!

- You're chasing the wrong-

- Aw, shut up.

Hello?

Guys, guys! I need a plane

or a chopper now!

Hey, you and me both.

I'm all out.

I've got to get to Lerner Airfield

and I've got about 50 minutes.

Got a fast car,

you can drive it.

Larkin. Vince Larkin.

I'm with the Marshal Services.

Send whatever you got. Sheriff,

state trooper, national guard.

Hold on one minute.

Your men should proceed

with extreme caution.

It's only a matter of time

before they find the weapons hold.

Larkin. Vince Larkin.

Marshal Services.

How do you think

I got the number?

"... appears to the United States

Parole Commission that-"

Poe.

Man! Oh, yeah!

Put the bunny

back in the box.

I knew you was a punk.

And I was right.

You been playin' us

all along.

You a free man.

I said, put the bunny...

back in the box.

Die, punk!

Why couldn't you put the bunny

back in the box?

Next, folks, below and to your left,

you'll see the vertical Renoir Cliffs.

We're seconds away from

establishing visual contact.

Holy sh*t!

Abort! Abort! Abort!

If that aircraft's carrying

"Uncle Bob's Scenic Tours. "

Sh*t!

Three hundred f***in' miles

to apprehend Ma and Pa f***ing Kettle!

We need to get

to Lerner Airfield now!

Get me Vince Larkin.

Two went down,

one came up.

- Wasn't my fault.

- Well, you don't have to tell me.

Most murders are crimes

of necessity rather than desire.

But the great ones,

Dahmer, Gacy, Bundy...

- they did it because it excited them.

- Don't you-

I got nothing in common

with them, with you.

Don't you talk to me!

They were insane.

Now you're talking

semantics.

What if I told you insane was working 50

hours a week in some office for 50 years...

at the end of which

they tell you to piss off?

Ending up

in some retirement village...

hoping to die before suffering the indignity

of trying to make it to the toilet on time.

Wouldn't you consider that

to be insane?

Murdering 30 people,

semantics or not, is insane!

One girl...

I drove through three states

wearing her head as a hat.

It's my daughter's birthday

today.

So please feel free

not to share everything with me.

All right, you damn peckerwoods,

crack the knuckles and hit the crystals.

We're putting this baby

down in a sandbox.

Lerner Tower,

do you copy?

Lerner Tower,

are you there, Phil?

Come on, answer me.

I am landing.

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 b*tches!

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.

- Goddamn it, Poe!

Man, it's time to fight,

f*** 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.

F***.

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 f*** 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 f***ers!

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.

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