Pushing Tin Page #3

- 2478, traffic at your 10:00.

- We've got him in sight. 2478.

532, verify visual contact with 2:00.

That's affirmative.

He's hard to miss now.

- What's the problem?

- He almost put three planes together.

They had visual.

These two planes

are going nose to nose!

Continental 2478, turn right

heading 060, slow to 140.

- Delta 532, slow to 160.

- 160.

- Continental 2478, descend to 3000.

- 2478.

Delta 532, make a hard left turn

heading 090.

It's too steep a turn.

- I'm gonna kiss my tail.

- Make the turn or I'll spin you.

You'll land nice and easy

sometime before Christmas.

Left heading 090. Delta.

Delta 532. Scary,

but I must say, good job.

- Thank you very much.

- Good job.

Nice talking to you, Bill.

Yeah, you too, Nick.

Nick, come on in.

Come on, boy.

Come on in. Jeez.

Take a seat, pal. Go ahead.

I called the traffic manager

about Russell. He sent me this.

- Watch it again! This is funny stuff.

- Play that again.

Do you believe that?

He's a f***ing cowboy. You know that?

It's funny you should say that.

They told me he's part Cree Indian.

He's a half-breed. He doesn't fit.

There's an aluminum shower

in his future.

Passenger safety

is our highest priority.

Keeping them alive is second

to keeping them on time.

I know he brings

them in steep and tight.

But those airlines won't be

on my ass about delays...

...while he's on the scopes.

He pushes tin.

So, you gonna sign off on him or what?

- Everyone likes him, I like him too.

- Everyone loves him.

- What's not to like?

- Exactly.

Ask all your buddies down there,

all those guys.

Let me tell you something, Pat Sajak.

I say the guy's a loose cannon.

Takes one to know one, Nicky.

Take a dog.

I'm gonna run out of burgers.

Damn it!

I left a note to use

alternate climb-outs.

- Who's on departure?

- Probably Harrison.

Harrison, you a**hole!

Every 747 tomorrow will blow his roof!

Well, at least it drowns out Falzone.

- You believe he's never had a lesson?

- More beef, Todd?

My grandmother made sweaters.

You remind me of her.

- Thank you.

- No, I don't mean it badly.

I want you to make me one.

Would you make me one?

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

- A red one?

- Lf you want.

Barry gnashes his teeth while he sleeps.

Ed did that until he got this jaw clamp.

- Does it work?

- Very well.

He's gone through three.

- Is it expensive?

- It's worth it.

Turn angry postal workers

into a fighting force.

Discipline would be a tall order...

...but it would be perfect

for kamikaze missions.

Barry?

Hi. Welcome. I'm Ed Clabes.

This is my party. You're...?

- She'd make you pay for it.

- Shut up.

- Real nice job.

- How are you doing? I'm Crystal.

Zone, give me a beer.

Put them back in their holsters, boys.

- That's Russell's wife.

- Russell's got a wife?

- You invited Russell?

- Julie said he sounded interesting.

Problem, Nick?

We get liquored up alone.

It's a tightknit group.

It might upset our balance.

- What's she doing with him?

- He's got her parents tied up.

Hello.

- How are you?

- We were just talking about you.

- Zoner, get the man a beer.

- Coming up.

- I don't drink.

- He doesn't drink.

I met your wife. Very nice lady.

Why don't I show you around?

Let's go. Thanks so much for coming by.

Glad you worked that one out.

She's coming this way.

- Act like you could give a sh*t.

- Relax.

- Nick Falzone.

- Hi.

- Maybe your husband mentioned me.

- Right.

This is Barry and Ron.

- Could I have a vodka tonic, please?

- Sure.

Move out of the way. It's the

perfect accompaniment for burnt steak.

- Honey, I need a refill.

- Hey, muffin.

Hello. I'm Connie Falzone.

I just met your husband.

- I'm Crystal. Nice to meet you.

- Oh, hi.

Have you met my husband, Nick?

- No.

- Let's try that again. I'm Nick.

- Here he is.

- I'm here all week. Nice to meet you.

- So, Mary, do you have children?

- No, I don't.

You don't?

- No, please, come and sit down.

- Jeez, Louise!

- She does a nice job for us.

- A fine job.

My God.

All right, game, game.

Free-throw contest.

- I'll start.

- Okay.

Get a room.

We're having a free-throw contest.

Oh, come on.

One!

- Very nice.

- One!

You know how it is. You ask

where he wants to go for dinner...

...and he goes ballistic.

"I make 800 decisions a day.

You could make one tonight."

- God forbid you make the wrong one.

- Because they never are.

- They can't afford to be.

- Always sticking up for her husband.

Don't forget. Connie's a first.

Mary, what number are you?

- I'm sorry. Number what?

- Which Mrs. Bell?

Tanya and Crystal are seconds.

I'm a third. Linda's a fourth, right?

At O'Hare, my best friend was a fifth.

Or that's what she put away

every night.

- It's not that funny.

- Come sit down.

Seventeen! New record for The Zone!

Too bad. Too bad.

Ladies and gentlemen, world record!

Seventeen, Nick Falzone.

It's a natural gift.

Anyone wanna go through the motions?

- I'll go.

- Russell Bell.

What's important is that Ed came home

with $100,000 last year...

...and he barely finished school.

Even after we save money for the

kids' college and Ed's breakdown...

...it's still a good chunk of change.

- Well done.

Excuse me.

Oh, by the way, I'm a first.

Well, she's not gonna be the last.

- Think they're real?

- Lf they are, we'll have to kill her.

Nine!

You trying to take my job?

- Sorry, Barry. You the bartender here?

- Nick!

- Nick. Nick, third time.

- Nick!

I'll make you a tropical drink.

- You'll feel no problems.

- What makes you think I have problems?

Everybody's got problems, don't they?

- Is this the biggest glass?

- I could find a bucket for you.

Fourteen!

Fifteen!

- Nice talking to you.

- Sixteen!

Seventeen!

That is 18! That is a new record!

I wanna go home.

- We're leaving.

- You'll get your winnings tomorrow.

Bell!

- $100 says you can't hit it from there.

- Come on!

- All right, 50.

- You said $100.

- I did say $100.

- You don't have to.

- He's a gambling man.

- Come on.

You could do a three-point shot.

You were very close.

Close enough. We'll call it even.

You either make it or you don't.

- See you.

- Thanks a lot.

Yeah, see you Monday.

Okay. I'm gonna shoot.

I'm gonna shoot.

Ready?

- Did you have a good time?

- Yeah. Did you?

- Yeah.

- Good.

What'd you think of the Bells?

- I don't know. They're all right.

- She's a little standoffish, but...

You know, I think she's

a bit of a sauce monster.

- I think she's insecure.

- Maybe.

Though she's very, very pretty.

- You're prettier.

- Oh, gee. I don't think so.

No, you are. Anybody says different,

I'll chop them into ground beef.

Will you?

- You're my guy.

- I know how to talk, right?

Yeah. Not bad.

What do you think of him?

He's weird, isn't he?

Yeah.

He's...

He's sort of...

...interesting.

Eagle 4912, do not exceed 150 knots.

I'll give you a spin.

Jetlink 3889, can you increase to 190?

No problem. 3889.

Northwest 3518, descend.

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