Flight of the Phoenix Page #4

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We're gonna need the

remaining fuel for the plane.

- We're gonna have to work during the day.

- What?

And what kind of hole is that

gonna put us in with the H20?

We're gonna run out before

we even finish the damn plane.

Not necessarily. Day shift output

is always higher than night anyway.

If we add in the fact that we're gonna

be able to see what we're doing...

I'd estimate that our

productivity per pint...

would actually increase.

We'd drink more, finish sooner.

'Come to the Gobi, 'they said.

"Great prospects," they said.

"Sun, sand, oil. "

Well, two out of three ain't bad.

How's it coming?

- What?

- How's it coming?

- Good.

- Good. Well, don't take all day.

And you two can step it up here as well.

Get a move on.

- Okay. Go for it.

- All right. Here goes.

Easy, Towns. For God's

sake, this is surgery!

- Whoa!

- Whoa!

- Yeah!

- Yeah!

- Whoa! Yeah!

- Yeah!

Yes!

- Hey, give me some.

- How's it look, AJ.?

So, gentlemen...

and lady...

our task today is to mate the

port wing with the starboard.

Okay?

For that, Sammi, we need you. Okay?

You sure you know what to do?

Yeah, I think so.

Sammi,you have tojoin the wings.

We have only one chance with this.

If it doesn't work, we don't fly.

And we all die horribly.

Yeah, no pressure on me, right?

Just a little bit. But

you'll be a'right, man.

Make us proud.

Whew.

What am I doing? I'm a chef.

Jeremy, keep in line with Rodney.

- Stayin' straight?

- Yeah.

Jeremy!

Don't let go! Don't let go!

Watch out, Sammi!

- I got it!

- No!

- Get back!

Sh*t!

Oh, Sammi.

See? Piece of cake.

You mad Mexican bastard!

What were you thinking?

Sammi!

Jesus!

Anybody got a change of underwear?

You can always borrow Rady's.

- I'm not sure how clean they are though.

- You made us proud, Sammi.

Thought you'd sh*t yourself.

- Oh, yeah. That's

what I'm talkin' about.

No, no. What are you doin'?

- God, please. Turn this sh*t off.

- What's the problem?

- Listen, man, your deejay

rights have been revoked.

Hey, I was gonna play that next, man.

Hey.

Cheers, man.

Them things'll kill ya.

Hey, what are you doing, Ian?

Oh,just sending an e

- mail to an old friend.

What? Really?

You're a funny f***er.

No, no, no, no.

We do not have time

for rods and linkages.

As you should know, we have an

extremely large lifting surface.

It's oversized for the weight load.

We won't need more than 10 to

15 degrees of pitch control...

and all of that will need

to be nose-down pitched.

That's where we need to

apply better torque flexing.

Are you even listening to me?

Maybe it'll rain.

It is raining.

It's electrical.

- Jesus. We gotta get out of here.

- Why? What does that mean?

- What?

The storm

- it's electrical.

- If lightning hits anything, it'll be the plane.

- So what?

- The plane's not grounded!

- I don't understand your problem.

You don't understand?

That wing is full of fuel.

Oh, my God. It'll explode.

Come on! Give me some help!

- Jeremy, come on!

- No!

Take the winch out as far as you can!

Now bury it and get the hell away!

Elliott! Oh, for Christ's sake!

Thank you.

Frank! Are you okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

You'd think someone...

who designs airplanes

for a living would...

know they need to be grounded.

Fo- Een-

Phoenix.

You from Phoenix or somethin'?

No. It's not the city.

The phoenix was a desert bird...

from Egyptian mythology.

Consumed itself with fire...

rose renewed from the ashes.

Final answer?

Final answer.

Very good, Mr. Towns. And Mr. Liddle.

Yeah, you learn a lot of useless

bullshit waiting to take off.

I thought you weren't religious, Rady.

Spirituality is not religion.

Religion divides people.

Belief in something unites them.

Is that spelled right?

Hey.

Nah. It is crooked though.

51, 52, 53, 54...

55, 56, 57...

58, 59, 60, 61...

62, 63, 64.

Well, he'll just have to compensate.

All right. Could you hand me the-

Thank you.

Okay, I need everyone

- Whoa. What

the- - A.J.

Someone's stealing water.

I've had a suspicion

for the last few days...

so I've been checking the levels.

We don't need a gun.

A.J.

You planning on shooting someone, A.J.?

While you've all been sleeping...

I've been working.

And, therefore, I require more water.

- Are you kidding me?

- Why didn't you just ask?

Because I'm in charge

of building my plane...

and I don't need to ask anyone anything.

We could all die of thirst!

You need me, Towns.

Don't forget that.

You need me.

Everyone here is dispensable except me.

They aren't nomads.

How do you know?

No women or children.

Smugglers or arms dealers.

Either way, it's bad news.

But they could help us.

They could have water. Maybe

we could bargain with them.

What do you think?

- Should we go over there and find out?

- Whatever you wanna do, Frank.

What are you doing?

You can't go over there.

We can't risk losing the pilot.

Then I'll go. You cover me.

Did you hear what I just said?

We got this, Elliott.

Ian, don't you think

you should go as well?

- Why me?

- Because you know most of the local dialects.

- You do?

- Hold on.

He's had to. He's worked all over the

Gobi doing negotiations with local crews.

It's gon' be cool, man. I got your back.

And who's gonna look after yours?

All right then.

- Good luck, Frank.

- Good luck.

You know, Alex, I-

I just want to say that...

you know, when I moved you

to the back of the plane...

that was stupid and wrong,

and I'm really, really sorry.

Now's not the best time to talk.

Ian, now's the time to talk.

/an.

What the hell?

Screw this.

Um...

airplane, uh-

Just-Just try "airplane. "

Airplane.

Ah.

What's he saying to me?

I think he's offering to share water.

- What are you saying?

- They want to know where the plane is.

Don't tell them anything else.

- It's

okay. - Ian-

Do not tell them where

the goddamn plane is.

- What the hell are you doing?

- What's going on?

I'm not sure. Looks okay.

- That's my watch!

- Shh.

No!

- Oh, sh*t.

Oh, sh*t!

Alex. Alex?

Look at me. Look at me.

Don't die. Look at me. Look at me.

- Alex.

- Come on, Alex.

Come on, man. Stay with me.

Alex.

Alex, I'm here.

Frank!

Come on, man.

Stay with me. Alex.

Alex, look at me. Alex.

We're almost there!

Oh, God!

Don't really know what to do here.

Is there nothing you can do?

Uh, wh

- We could clean the wound.

- But we'd need water.

- How much water?

As much as he needs!

What did he say?

If I hadn't seen the watch, he-

If you hadn't done what you did...

we'd all be dead.

It's okay.

- You found any water?

- Yep. Just a little bit.

Oh, good.

Give us a hand!

Help him! Come on!

Holy sh*t.

What the hell is this sh*t?

What is he saying? What is he saying?

Ian, what is he saying?

We didn't know what else to do.

We couldn't just let him die.

And why not? These

bastards killed Rodney.

There's not enough water for anybody

else, and he's not getting any peaches.

Maybe we can give him

some of Rodney's share.

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