Con Air Page #8

- Yeah, motherf***er, it was me.

- No, he's, he's flipped out, man. He's nuts.

It's pretty clever,

huh, b*tch?

- 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!

Goddamn 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 b*tch!

Cease fire!

Yes!

Freeze, little b*tch boy!

- Switch to missile.

- Roger that, Two.

Arming missiles.

Malloy, don't you do it!

Get in his way.

Sh*t!

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!

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!

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 sh*t...

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 f*** 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 sh*t 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 sh*t!

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.

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