Con Air Page #7

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 jumbo jet in the sky

before I start killin' our only leverage.

- Shut the f*** up!

- Don't you want to get high and get laid?

- Sh*t.

- Oh, f*** 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 sh*t.

Holy sh*t!

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 f***in' 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.

Good-bye, 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 f***in' day.

Let's go, gentlemen.

The cavalry is on its way.

- I want this airplane 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 f***in' 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-sh*t 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, b*tch!

Bishop.

- Get the f*** 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, sh*t!

Whoa! Whoa!

Get back to the plane!

Oh, my god!

Okay!

You might better

get yourself a seat now.

- Come on.

- Oh, sh*t! 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 tires!

- F*** the tires! 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!

F***ers!

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?

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