
Flight of Black Angel Page #3
- R
- Year:
- 1991
- 102 min
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WE'LL TALK ABOUT IT.
FOR GOD'S SAKE, EDDIE,
WE'RE NOT THE ENEMY!
WE'RE ALL THE ENEMY.
JESUS, COLONEL,
HE'S GOT TONE!
BAIL, COUGAR, BAIL!
JESUS, GOD!
LORD,
HE GOT ANOTHER ONE.
HE'S IN RANGE
OF THE S.A.M.s NOW, SIR.
SO IS RYAN.
GORDON, 3 MEN ARE DEAD.
I DON'T UNDERSTAND.
WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?
WHY?!
I HAVE TO, SIR.
THIS IS WHAT IT'S ALL FOR.
THIS...
IS WHY WE'RE HERE.
I'M ON HIS TAIL.
INTO THE S.A.M.s
HA HA HA HA.
VERY GOOD, COLONEL.
YOU GOT ME.
I'M DEAD.
OK, I'M OVER
THE RANGE.
FIRE THE S.A.M.s.
"THE FOURTH ANGEL POURED OU HIS VIAL UPON THE SUN;
AND POWER WAS GIVEN UNTO HIM
WHAT?
THE ANGEL, SIR.
I'M HIM.
I'M THE ONE.
SON OF A B*TCH.
HE'S GOT HIM
IN S.A.M. RANGE
AGAIN, SIR.
ALL RIGHT.
TELL 'EM TO FIRE.
MATT,
HERE THEY COME.
RED FLAG NUMBER 3
AND NUMBER 5,
YOU HAVE CONSEN TO FIRE.
BILL, HE'S TAKING OU THE S.A.M.s.
CHRIST, HE'S BEHIND ME!
I'M HIT! I'M HIT!
BILL,
HE'S COMIN' AT YOU!
HE'S FULLY LOADED!
I'M GOIN' DOWN!
I GOTTA BAIL OUT!
GOOD LUCK, MATT.
RECORD A FIX ON HIS
LAST POSITION.
CALL UP A:
SEARCH-AND-RESCUE TEAM.
RYAN'S BAILING.
YOU CRAZY SON OF A B*TCH!
YOU HEAR ME?!
YOU'RE GONNA DIE!
SOMEHOW,
I SWEAR I'M GONNA KILL YOU!
CONDITION RED.
CONDITION RED.
WE'RE EXPECTING
ATTACK AT ANY MOMENT.
THEY'LL BE UP
IN 2 MINUTES, SIR.
NOT SOON ENOUGH.
[SIRENS]
CHRIST.
SCRAMBLE, BLUE ONE.
SCRAMBLE, BLUE ONE.
TAKEOFF.
NEGATIVE, SIR.
HE JUST TOOK OU THE RUNWAY.
[PANTING]
COME ON,
WHERE ARE YOU,
YOU SON OF A B*TCH?
HE'S STILL JAMMING US, SIR.
I CAN'T GET A DECENT FIX.
HE MAY BE GETTING AWAY.
DAMN IT!
CAPTAIN GORDON,
THIS IS BEDFORD CONTROL.
YOU ARE ORDERED TO LAND
YOUR PLANE IMMEDIATELY.
CAPTAIN GORDON, DO YOU COPY?
OHH.
Woman:
HI.Man, yawning:
HI.OH, HOW LONG
HAVE I BEEN ASLEEP?
OH, ABOUT AN HOUR.
WHEW.
[SIGHS]
OH, MY GOD,
RICHARD, LOOK.
[BABY CRIES]
WHERE'D IT GO?
I DON'T KNOW.
IT LOOKED LIKE:
VALERIE,
WHAT ARE WE DOING?
YEAH, I GUESS
YOU'RE RIGHT.
IT IS WEIRD, THOUGH,
ISN'T IT?
MAYBE WE SHOULD:
CALL THE COPS.
[BABY COOS]
UH, BREAKER 1-9,
BREAKER 1-9,
DOES ANYBODY:
BREAKER 1-9,
PLEASE COME IN.
Woman on C.B.:
THIS ISGARRISON COUNTY:
SHERIFF'S OFFICE.
UH, YES, UH
THIS IS VALERIE DWYER.
WE SAW SOMETHING
ON THE ROADWAY--OHH!
DON'T DO ANYTHING.
[BABY COOING]
[CRYING]
FREEZE! DROP IT!
HANDS IN THE AIR!
DROP THE GEAR,
PUT YOUR HANDS:
IN THE AIR NOW!
DO IT!
DOING, SOLIDER?
I'M LIEUTENANT COLONEL
MATTHEW RYAN.
SORRY, SIR.
THINGS ARE PRETTY
RAGGED AROUND HERE.
WE THOUGHT YOU MIGH BE THE OTHER ONE.
JEEZ, SIR, I THINK
WE OUGHT TO GET YOU
TO A HOSPITAL.
NO. TAKE ME
TO THE BASE.
SIR, I REALLY
THINK WE OUGHT TO--
THAT'S AN ORDER.
[ENGINE REVS]
[BABY CRIES]
YOU HAVE ANY TOOLS
IN THE VAN?
GET 'EM.
[CRYING]
HE'S HUNGRY.
GO AHEAD.
HEY, IT'S OK.
SHH! DON'T WORRY. SHH.
I'D LIKE TO TAKE HIM
IN THE VAN.
NO.
OK. SHH.
SHH.
[HUMS]
PUT 'EM DOWN.
GOOD. THE KEYS.
GO, GO, GO, GO!
SIT DOWN.
OH, PLEASE, YOU DON' HAVE TO DO THAT.
WE'RE NOT GONNA
DO ANYTHING.
WHAT DO YOU WANT?
JUST TELL US:
WHAT YOU WANT.
BASED ON HIS:
SCHEDULED FUEL LOAD,
HE COULD BE:
ANYWHERE FROM:
THE MEXICAN BORDER
TO OREGON, OR AS FAR
EAST AS COLORADO.
WHAT ABOUT SALT LAKE
CENTER'S RADAR OR L.A.'s?
NO, HE WAS
FLYING TOO LOW:
AND HE WAS JAMMING
OUR G.C.I. SITES.
HOW ABOUT FIRST STRA WING AT BEAL?
THEY RELEASED:
2 U-2s AND A TR-1,
SO WE'LL HAVE
PHOTO AND INFRARED
IMAGERY.
THE PROBLEM IS,
THEY'RE ASKING
TOO MANY QUESTIONS.
THIS IN THE FAMILY.
OH, CHRIST.
SCREW THE POLITICS, BILL.
THIS IS SERIOUS.
I KNOW.
THAT'S EXACTLY WHY
TAC WANTS TO KEEP
A LID ON THIS:
INFORMATION.
THE LAST THING:
WE NEED RIGHT NOW
IS A MEDIA LEAK.
NOW LANGLEY RELEASED
AWACS TO US,
SO IF THAT BASTARD
TAKES OFF AGAIN,
THE AIRBORNE RADAR.
AS FAR AS LANDING,
WE KNOW HE COULD'VE
USED ANY LONG:
STRETCH OF HIGHWAY,
A SALT FLAT,
OR DRY LAKE BED.
AT DAWN, WE'RE
GONNA CONCENTRATE
OUR SEARCH:
IN THE DESERTS.
WE'RE GONNA MOVE
DOWN TO:
THE AGRICULTURE:
AREAS AND SO ON.
A 40-FOOT COMBAT JE IS NOT THAT EASY
TO HIDE.
GORDON'S SMART. HE'S NO GONNA LEAVE HIS ASS EXPOSED.
WHAT KIND:
OF AN ANIMAL:
SLAUGHTERS HIS OWN
FAMILY LIKE THAT?
I DON'T KNOW, BILL.
I DON'T KNOW
WHAT TO TELL YOU.
THE BASTARD:
HAD ME FOOLED.
MATT.
THIS IS HARVEY GLATMAN
WITH JANAC.
HE JUST CAME IN:
FROM LIVERMORE.
NOW FOR THE BAD NEWS.
WE THINK YOUR MAN'S
STOLEN A NUKE.
OHH.
CAME UP:
ON THE COMPUTER.
HE MUST'VE SWAPPED
SERIAL NUMBERS:
WITH ONE:
OF YOUR TRAINING UNITS.
CLEVER. FORTUNATELY,
IT'S A COMPARATIVELY
SMALL ONE...
50 KILOTONS OR SO.
THERE REALLY ISN' ANYTHING TO WORRY ABOUT.
HOW'S THAT?
IT CAN'T GO OFF.
LOOK.
THERE'S A CONVENTIONAL
EXPLOSIVE UP FRONT,
RADIOACTIVE FISSIONABLE
AND THE PLUTONIUM CORE.
NOW ON A DEVICE:
OF THIS TYPE,
THERE ARE 8 FAIL-SAFE
ARMING MECHANISMS.
THEY'RE DESIGNED
TO PREVENT UNAUTHORIZED
DETONATION.
THE ONLY WAY:
TO TRIGGER THE WEAPON
IS TO ENTER:
THE PROPER ARMING CODES,
AND I CAN ASSURE YOU,
YOUR MAN DOES NO HAVE ACCESS TO
THE ARMING CODES.
WHAT IF HE:
DISMANTLES THE BOMB?
COULDN' HE RECONFIGURE
THE DETONATOR:
MAYBE.
BUT THEN THE EXPLOSION
WOULD BE REDUCED
TO A FISSION BLAST,
AN A-BOMB.
LIKE HIROSHIMA.
BUT HE'D ALSO
DESTROY THE FUSE.
THE CONVENTIONAL BLAS CAN'T BE TRIGGERED
ONCE THE FAIL-SAFES
HAVE BEEN TAMPERED WITH.
IT'S A MOOT POINT.
OPENING THE BOMB
IS SUICIDE.
IF HE BREACHES:
THE CONTAINMENT VESSEL,
HE'LL BE EXPOSED
TO MASSIVE DOSES
OF PLUTONIUM GAS.
RADIATION SICKNESS.
HOW LONG WOULD IT TAKE
TO KILL HIM?
DEPENDS UPON DURATION
AND PROXIMITY.
HE'D SUFFER
INTERNAL HEMORRHAGING,
MASSIVE TISSUE DAMAGE.
MY GUESS,
36 TO 48 HOURS.
WELL, THAT'S
PLENTY OF TIME.
BESIDES,
GORDON ISN' AFRAID OF DYING.
WELL, HE'S JUS A PILOT, RIGHT?
TO HAVE THIS KIND OF
TECHNICAL EXPERTISE?
VERY GODDAMN LIKELY.
YOU'RE
UNDERESTIMATING HIM.
DON'T YOU
UNDERSTAND?
THE SON OF A B*TCH
IS ON A MISSION.
WHAT? BLACKMAIL?
NO, IT'S NOTHING
SANE LIKE THAT.
THIS ISN'T RATIONAL.
HE'S NOT GONNA
IN THE AIR...
STUFF:
FROM THE BIBLE.
I THINK HE'S DECIDED
HE'S SOME KIND OF
AVENGING ANGEL.
GOD HELP US.
[GAS ESCAPES]
UNH.
NO. NO.
IT'S OK.
NO, IT'S NOT.
UH, PLEASE...SIR.
THE WIRES,
THEY'RE CUTTING HIM.
CUT HIM LOOSE.
YOU CAN GO TO THE VAN
IF YOU WANT.
YOU CAN SLEEP THERE.
LEAVE THE BABY.
OH, NO. PLEASE.
I--I CAN'T.
SUIT YOURSELF.
[GAS ESCAPES]
[ELECTRONIC HUMMING]
BEDFORD CONTROL,
THIS IS ASPEN-1
NO SIGN OF TARGET ANGEL.
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