Drop Zone Page #4

- Yeah, it's a smuggler's rig.

Drug runners custom-make them.

There's no metal in them.

Would these pass

through airport security?

Yeah, probably.

Damn.

What? Pete?

Put this back where you found it.

They're killers.

Leave the cop stuff to me.

All right.

PHONE RINGS:

- Milton?

- Mike, wake up. This is Nessip.

I got a piece of nylon. Examine it

for explosives, all right?

Explosives? Nylons? Are you dating

that Mongolian feminist again?

Yuk, yuk.

I need your help, Mike.

I thought you were

on suspen... vacation.

Suspension, you can say it.

I am. That's why I need you.

Just examine it

for alloys, powder, anything.

- This is the Justice Department...

- Mike, just do it, OK?

Don't say it's for me

or they'll fire your ass.

Why can't you just call

to borrow money?

# She said, "I'm fine,

but cover up your trembling hands"

# "This indecision when you know

you ain't got nothin' left

# Well, the good times never stay

# And the cheap thrills

always seem to fade away... #

Let's go!

Go on! Get in there!

Yeah. Watch this.

He isn't balancing at all.

See?

# She said, "I'm fine,

but cover up your trembling hands

# This indecision when you know

you ain't got nothin' left

# For the last time,

conscience calls

# For a good friend,

I was never there at all

# When will we fall?

# When will we fall down? #

Whoo! Beautiful!

Crash and burn.

Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! I love it.

I love it. What a ride!

That was great.

It was incredible. How did I do?

Come on. I jumped with him.

What's the deal?

I don't think he counts that.

He's funny that way.

What other kind of jump is there?!

I did a sweet one, if I may say.

My buddy Luxem ran the lab

on your nylon. This is serious.

He found C4, flash residue,

high-grade alloys.

'This ain't a cat burglar, Pete.'

But I'm in the right place.

Tell your friend I owe him one.

I promised him you'd paint

his house this summer.

Chopper's aboard.

TY:
Hello. How are you?

- Welcome aboard.

- Thank you.

We tested your sample

and decided we want more.

- There's only one way to get more.

- Your price is rather large.

So are the results.

Good evening, everyone.

Welcome aboard.

I'm only interested

in long-term investments.

What happens when the DEA replaces

their dead agents? And they will.

You're buying a very

sophisticated data service.

Once we're in the DEA computer,

we're in.

We'll update you whenever they do.

And the, er... charge

for this update?

2 million a month

for the operations of every

undercover agent in the world.

What can I say?

- When do we see the list?

- The day after Jefferson died.

July 5th. God bless America.

All right, everybody, settle down,

and welcome to DC!

The jump tomorrow is one you're

gonna tell your grandchildren about.

We are jumping into the city's

fireworks display in Potomac Park.

That's right.

Jack in the centre,

surrounded by a nine-way star.

Outside that, a 24-way star.

Judges today determine

who jumps and who doesn't.

Wanna be in a fireworks show?

Fly your butts off!

You need 10 polnts to quallfy.

That's all I got to say.

Let's skydive!

Swoop, why are you with group?

It's embarrassing, isn't it?

- You a comedian?

- F*** off?

Nice landing!

My chute!

All right. All right. OK.

OK, 10 polnts for Moncrief's team.

- 10 for Crossman's team.

- Both teams quallfy.

Hey, Torski. Watch your back.

- Hey! Hey!

- Come on. Come on.

Hey, get outta my face, man!

Merry Christmas, a**hole!

Sh*t! What's that guy doing?

JUMP MASTER:

Looks like a gift wrap.

Rock and roll!

LAUGHTER:

Sonofabitch!

Eye for an eye.

CHANTING Swoop! Swoop! Swoop!

Thank you.

- Who's the guy with Torski?

- Ty Moncrief.

He's military or something.

Shows up for big jumps.

- I gotta strangle the weasel.

- You do that, Pete.

Look who's here, Deucy. Mr Comedian.

- Just jumpers here...

- Where you going, sport?

Think it's funny?

You sonofabitch!

How you doing now?

You wanna do this?

You wanna play with me some?

Sh*t!

Tollet's stopped up.

Why don't you use a tree?

- A tree?

- Yeah, right there.

OK. Sorry,

I'm environmentally conscious.

This is none of your business.

Get your butt out of here.

You f*** with my team,

you f*** with me.

F*** you and f*** your team.

Come on. Come on.

What?

Ow.

So what about this Ty Moncrief?

Jagger did some drug carries

with him three years ago.

Is he good enough?

If I find out that he killed Jagger,

it won't matter how good he is.

Why would he risk

showing his face here?

What's so special

about this DC jump?

The 4th of July exhibition

is the biggest thing in the world.

Washington DC as a drop zone. Any

other day it's restricted airspace.

That's why every skydiver

worth his ass wants in on this.

Where exactly are they putting down?

Sel, pass me that map... please.

Thank you.

Right there,

by the Washington Monument.

PETE:
You could put down anywhere.

I'm gonna land

right in Abe Lincoln's lap.

Jessie, you tell the new guy thanks.

- Thanks.

- Tell him any time. I enjoyed it.

- Can I keep this?

- Sure.

That's him. That's what I've been

trying to tell you all along.

We better take him out

before he shuts us down.

This is real simple. Cops can smell

dead cops 100 miles away.

We keep their team grounded,

they'll never touch us.

- How?

- Take out their leader.

Crossman.

This is Jessie's traller.

We gotta move.

Have a nice trip.

Patrick, get this off to Chicago

and wait for the fax.

- Tom?

- Holy sh*t! What happened to you?

- I gotta talk.

- Come on. Tell me when it comes.

Working undercover on suspension

violates about 20 laws.

Me accessing this file makes it 21.

I'm in the middle of them.

I found a way to chute from the 747.

Tell the FBI. You have to

do better than Ty Moncrief.

- He's DEA.

- Moncrief is DEA?

Honourably discharged 8 months ago.

I'll get his record,

so you can see it.

What wrong with this computer?

- Leedy.

- Pete, I...

OK, check it out. Demo jumpers,

Guys, has anyone seen Nessip?

- Who?

- Pete.

What's your problem, ace?

- What's up, sweet pea?

- I'm not a pro.

- I don't wanna screw things up.

- You won't screw anything up.

Listen, this rig logged two world

records for Jagger and one for me.

- You want to wear this?

- No stupid helmet?

No stupid helmet.

How's that? All right?

Whoo! Yeah!

Let's jump!

I'm ready for this.

Come on, let's go! Do it!

Sh*t! Somebody didn't open!

Selkirk, cut away! Damn it!

Cut away!

I can't cut it!

Cut away!

Swoop, get him! Goddamn!

Two grand. Pull it!

Paramedics to the water!

Selly!

We need a medic!

Selly, can you hear us?

Goddamn it! Get this off him!

Oh, Bobby, he's not breathing.

He's not breathing.

He tried to pull,

it just wouldn't work.

BOBBY:
Get us a medic, goddamnit!

SWOOP:
Stay with us, Selly.

I hear him.

He's breathing. He's breathing.

PARAMEDIC:

Look out. Let me in here.

COUGHS AND SPLUTTERS

Selly, hang on.

We're right here, buddy.

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