Miracle Mile Page #5

I mean,

I don't want to be rude...

and ruin this romantic surprise

you've got going...

but, you know, I'd really

rather go down to Cantor's...

and have breakfast

with them, OK?

I mean, you know, no offense...

but we can go up in a balloon

any old morning, right?

Can't we?

Harry,

what happened to your face?

- Oh, I just slipped and fell.

- It looks bad.

It's nothing.

I broke my glasses.

It looks... let's just go have

pancakes at Cantor's, Harry.

- Hold it! Hold it! Hold it!

- Hold the elevator!

Damn it! What time is it?

And they swore they'd never

talk to each other...

till the day they died.

Gosh, I used to try

to get them back together...

but they always saw it coming

a mile away.

They thought the other one

put me up to it.

Jesus.

When I was a kid...

and I'd come out

from Boulder on vacation...

he'd always take me to, like,

the Movieland Wax Museum...

or some touristy place.

And then, the next day,

I'd be with her...

and she'd take me

to the exact same place.

I'd have to pretend

that I'd never been there.

It was so silly, so sad.

We're going to make it. We are.

The oxygen. Where's that thing?

- Hey, y'all ready to go?

- You the pilot?

- Pilot?

- Isn't there a pilot here?

Not yet.

The clock's ticking, too.

The first plane out

leaves in ten minutes.

Here. Hold this.

You guys friends of Landa's?

You gotta take a helicopter

to get to the balloon?

What balloon?

Are you the helicopter pilot?

No. I'm Gerstead. I don't know

if the guy will show.

I think this is all

horse sh*t, anyhow.

I ain't heard nothing

to verify it.

You a friend of Landa's?

Landa,

the lady with the mobile phone?

Exactly. Right, the woman

with the mobile phone...

sticking

out of her f***ing ear!

Listen, is this helicopter

all ready to fly?

Yeah. If you can fly it. I've

put out over 4 grand so far...

lining up things

for that b*tch...

and she better cough up

the reimbursement, too.

It's gonna be one high-priced

yacht, let me tell you.

- So it's all set?

- It's gassed and ready.

I paid off the guard

to go home...

which is where I'm gonna be

in another twenty minutes.

That's the deal.

I'm out of here.

- All right, give me the money.

- No.

Where can I find a pilot?

How? It's after 4:00.

All the helicopter pilot bars

are closed...

along with everything else.

I checked off every name on

the shuttle's certified list.

Some 'Nam jock is driving in

from Malibu for two Gs.

He's on his way. The rest...

pissed off, no dice...

the machine, there's no answer.

What do you expect

this time of the morning?

The only reason I'm still here

is that c*nt...

promised me three grand

to do all this sh*t.

I brought up all the goddamn

chips from her office...

all the files... hey!

I want you guys to be witness

that I did everything she asked.

All right, listen, I need you

to stay here and keep calling.

Call for helicopter pilots,

all right?

Call their neighbors

if you have to.

Just don't give up, all right?

It's happening, pal.

I'm the one who took

the phone call. I told Landa.

Harry, I'm very confused about

what's going on here.

Julie, now stay here.

Now, if I'm not back and

the pilot comes, go without me.

Go without you, Harry? I don't

want to go anywhere at all.

Julie!

Give me five minutes, OK?

Trust me with this.

With what?

I love you.

Oh, thank God.

- Come on, come on, hurry.

- Come on.

- Help me out here, will you?

- I am, I am. Just load.

How many are going

first shuttle?

Going where?

- The South Pole.

- The South Pole?

Vitamins...

where are the vitamins?

Landa wanted

lots and lots of vitamins.

- Penicillin, too.

- What's going on here?

Condoms!

We won't be needing these.

We've got to repopulate

a whole planet.

You could repopulate

a whole planet.

How many warheads

are pegged for L.A.?

Warheads?

What do you mean, warheads?

L.A. Basin

is a total overkill sector.

Oh, my God.

Come on.

Here. Here.

Take it... supplies.

Listen! Hey!

Hey, do you know

anybody who can fly...

F*** you!

Sh*t.

People who know people...

friends, neighbors, anything.

Can I see your membership card?

Listen, excuse me...

do you know anybody

who can fly a helicopter?

Any helicopter pilots?

Hey, hey, do you know anybody

who can fly a helicopter?

Helicopter pilots, huh?

Excuse me. Do you know anybody

who can fly a helicopter?

Do you...

Do you know

any helicopter pilots?

Any... no.

Excuse me. Anybody here

know any helicopter pilots?

Anybody?

Anybody here

know how to fly a helicopter?

I said, does anybody here

know how to fly a helicopter?

Oh, God, please don't shoot!

Listen. It's an emergency.

It's for a heart transplant.

Can't anybody fly a helicopter?

Hey! I can.

You can fly a chopper?

Bell jets, hughies.

Pretty rusty.

It'd come back though.

- I'll need bucks.

- Whatever you want, OK?

But we got to go now. It's not

really for a transplant.

All right? We'll all be dead

if we don't get out of here.

It's a matter of minutes.

What's the problem?

It's a toxic fire... cyanide.

The wind's starting to blow in

this direction.

A lot of people are going

to die. We gotta go now.

If sh*t like that's coming down,

I got to bring somebody, OK?

Oh, look, man, there's no time.

Then shoot me.

All right. Go ahead. Go.

Hurry!

Leslie! Come on! We're going.

What the hell's going on?

Any problem?

No. No, no, no.

There's no problem.

Do you know any pilots?

Any helicopter pilots?

Do you know anybody

who can fly a helicopter?

Aw, sh*t. Listen.

I got to go get someone.

You guys go

up to the heliport, OK?

It's right there at the Mutual

Benefit Life building, OK?

You for real?

Don't leave without us.

I'll be there.

Hey! Hey, wait!

Come back!

Oh, sh*t!

Suspect has crashed

into department store...

Officer, are you all right?

A hundred feet or more

inside the store.

Julie,

we got to get out of here.

- Waiting for back-up.

- Roger, N1-14.

SWAT team has been dispatched.

The captain's order

is to clear the streets...

I was... I was looking

for a pilot.

It's OK.

And they just smashed

through the window.

Look! They're shot up!

- Look!

- Oh, my God. Wilson.

When's the cloud coming?

It should be here by now,

you said.

It's been an hour.

Nobody knows nothing, man.

What do you mean, a cloud?

It's a meltdown.

The streets will be jammed.

What?

Who told you it was a meltdown?

That guy.

He was there.

He works at the plant.

This is the Los Angeles

Police Department...

Special Weapons Tactical unit.

We have the building surrounded.

Throw down your weapons

and give yourselves up.

We're dying.

I know.

Is this your blood or mine?

I don't know.

Help me.

I got to catch up

with Charlotta.

Do me, man.

It ain't killing.

I'm gone anyway.

Please!

Come out now...

with your hands in plain view

above your head.

He said you told him

it was a meltdown.

I did.

I didn't think

he'd believe the truth.

What is the truth, Harry?

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