Drop Zone

- Hey, Evan.

- I got that stuff, man.

Here, kitty, kitty. Hey, you guys.

Come on. I got breakfast for you.

Come on, come on.

Here, kitty, kitty.

Agnes! Agnes, come on.

RAP MUSIC PLAYS:

Hey, Buford. Look what

I got you for breakfast.

HAWK SCREECHES:

SHOUTS IN FEAR:

Help!

Nothin' personal, buddy.

You must be sick

of those two-month relationships.

You're not meeting

the right kind of woman -

a woman who'll run with the wolves,

keep you interested.

"Run with the wolves"?!

You're watchin' too much Oprah.

C'mon, Pete. A little excitement

is not gonna kill you.

Terry, I like women

nice, quiet and dumb.

Not like that Mongolian feminist

you set me up with.

OK! Wait a minute! All right!

- Who is it?

- Who's who?

- Who is she?

- What?

This always comes down to your wife

trying to set me up with somebody.

So who is she?

- This is your brother talking.

- Does she cook with her toes?

Do I got to wheel her around?

All right! Her name is Shanandra.

- Gesundheit!

- Her NAME is Shanandra!

What the hell is a Shanandra?

I don't know, but she's bad.

- I'm too old to date a Shanandra.

- Trust me on this one, G.

Terry and Pete Nessip, US Marshals.

May I have your ID, please.

OK, sir. Sign here, please.

BUZZER:

Shanandra.

Sounds like a nightclub.

- Gordon Maples, US Attorney.

- Pete Nessip. My brother Terry.

Remember the DEA electronically

confiscated drug money from banks?

PETE:
Yeah! Dealers found

all their money gone.

Leedy was the computer wizard

for the Chang Triad.

He hid their money.

THAT guy is a genius?!

He breaks codes

that can't be broken.

- How'd he get caught?

- His ego. He felt unappreciated.

So I cut him a deal and kept him

out of sight. But they found him.

I need you to move him to the

Atlanta pen so I can keep him allve.

We don't have

to take the cats, too?

CATS MIAOW PITEOUSLY

PA:
'Welcome

to Flight 611 to Atlanta,

'continuing to Seattle.'

- You all right?

- OK. That's what I'm here for -

cat protection (!)

"Cat protection"? Real smooth (!)

Did you fed the cats enough?

Agnes has low blood sugar.

They'll be better fed than us.

- You're not just saying that?

- Would I?

What about their temperature?

What if they freeze?

I gotta see the cats.

TERRY:
Chill, man.

- Would you like an aisle seat?

- That'd be great.

The pleasure's all mine.

LEEDY:
If anything happens

to those cats, I'll sue.

You heard of punitive damages,

Mr US Marshal?

Miss? Excuse me.

I'm afraid to fly. I need

some water to take a sedative.

- No problem.

- Thanks.

CAPTAIN:

'We're getting some heavy weather.'

I'm climbing to 38,000,

to see if we can get above it.

Bob, I think

you better listen to this.

RADIO:
'This is Miami Approach.

We have a Code Red transmission.'

Would you care for some wine?

I only drink wine by candlellght.

Well, I could help with that.

Would you like to follow me?

Give me a break!

The captain needs

to see you right away.

- Gentlemen.

- We just received this.

'Flight 611, you're about to be

taken over by Posse Commitus.

'Stay on course

and no one will be hurt.

'You'll receive further

instructions in 5 minutes. Over.'

Heads up!

OK. Keep your heads down!

I said keep your heads down!

Nobody move,

or I'll blow us to hell!

Get off the phone!

Hold still, goddamn it!

Heads down! Hands out of pockets!

You're not listening.

Leedy, come with me.

LEEDY:
No! No, please!

Take him in the back.

- How much time?

- 10 seconds.

No! Not my fingers!

Jesus!

Be good boys and girls. If

you're not, I'll blow the plane up.

- What happened?

- Number One's down!

Talk to me! Talk to me, Number One!

Hi, I'm bullet-proof. What are you?

HIJACKER:
Now!

- What the hell?!

- We're losing cabin pressure!

Mayday! Mayday! This is flight 611.

We have emergency decompression.

We're over Ocalaca, Florida.

Go! Go!

I got you, hang on!

OK. Hold on to me. Hold on! OK...

WOMAN:
Lena, hold on... I got her.

Terry! Hang on!

I got you! Hold on!

TERRY:
I'm slipping!

No! Terry!

Glenn Blackstone, FBI.

- Bob Covington.

- Tom McCracken, US Marshals.

I'm looking for my guy, Pete Nessip.

BLACKSTONE:
Pete's over there.

Pete... Pete, did you see anything?

Two, three... maybe more.

You didn't hear

their names or anything?

A little girl...

I reached for her and grabbed her.

They shot Terry. Motherfuckers.

He was bad. He was real bad.

The blood was everywhere.

I grabbed him and I had him.

But I couldn't hold him.

I couldn't hold him.

BLACKSTONE:
Bring up

the passenger list.

Break down ticket purchase

from cash and credit card.

Cross-check with advance

and same-day purchase.

- What are you doing?

- Nothing. It's some virus, sir.

- Well, get it back.

- The whole system's going down.

It's Leedy.

- What?

- It was a set-up.

What are you saying?

A prison break at 30,000ft?

- Why not?

- They used a spaceship (?)

One had a pack.

Maybe a parachute.

Did Leedy float down

like Mary Poppins?

Nobody saw a parachute.

Nobody could see in the smoke!

They DID see your brother fire

at a man wrapped in explosives.

That's a lie! Do the FBI

get extra polnts for speed?

We're talking about my brother, man!

Isn't that worth the investigation?

You want an investigation?

Two hours after the explosion,

a maintenance man was shot at Miami

Airport, running from detectives.

In his apartment, they found Posse

Commitus literature and explosives.

He put the explosives on board?

Detective Fox recognised

him from the pre-flight inspection.

I'm telling you...

We feel bad about your brother.

Nobody wants him to be fall guy.

But he panicked, opened fire

and 14 people are dead.

My brother didn't panic.

Forensic got an ID

on some remains found on the plane.

Your prisoner... Leedy.

Damn!

TV:
'Through the investigation

by federal and local officials,

'the FBI has answered most questions

concerning the attempted hijack

'of PAC-Atlantic flight 611.'

REPORTER:
'Was it a Marshal

who set off the explosion? '

'That question

is under investigation.'

Hey, guys!

You guys, check it out.

They're buying it, top to bottom.

- Of course.

- Talk about a rush, man.

Out that door, the wind

hits you like a train.

I saw this woman

still holding a magazine!

Has Leedy finished throwing up?

Don't touch my hand, lady!

Don't touch my hand!

Earl, come here. Come here...

- Shut up and say thank you.

- Thank you?! You bit off my finger!

- You have nine good ones.

- How can I work?

You crashed the airline system

with one hand.

Hey!

'We're hearing that the marshal

fired at a hijacker,

'and set off the explosion, killing

Yes! Unload the boat.

'... and a prisoner, Earl Leedy.'

Wait. Wait... They think I'm dead.

Does that mean I'm free?

No, your ass belongs to me.

And it'll be worth your while.

But what about the other marshal?

- I shot him.

- He was in the bathroom.

Listen, all he saw was smoke.

We got out clean,

except for you, Jagger.

Next time, just throw her

out the door.

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