Red Eye Page #4
- I'm going.
Thank you.
They're much pushier these days.
I didn't want this
to get complicated.
I have to assume
she's gonna read that.
Read what?
- How's she doin'?
- Much better. Thank you.
- Good.
- Thanks.
Pillow?
Would you like a blanket?
Pillow? Pillow?
Would you like a blanket?
Would you like a blanket?
Please return to your seats. Thank you.
"I want you to get
excited about your life.
But you gotta get real.
I'm challenging you, starting now,
to stop dealing
in opinions and assumptions
Fact:
Fearing to act is human.Failing to act
is just plain dumb.
Fact:
Thinking whenyou should be acting
will only make your head hurt."
I'm not makin' this up, Leese.
It's right here.
Fact:
You've been out
for a half an hour
and Keefe's room still
hasn't been changed.
So I got you some aspirin.
I need you coherent, Leese.
Well, we were hoping
things would calm down,
but that's not happening. So control's
just cleared us up to 35,000 feet.
Let's see if we can't get above
this weather, smooth things out.
Now, let's do this.
If I do it, if I make that call,
do you promise you'll tell who's
outside my dad's house to go away?
You call, I call,
Dad wakes up, puts on coffee,
never suspects a thing,
you go back to work, life goes on.
I am now calling your hotel.
I don't have to tell you
to sound convincing.
- You've said enough.
- Good.
Good morning,
Lux Atlantic Resort, this is Cynthia.
Hello? Hello?
Cynthia, it's Lisa.
Lisa? You sound terrible.
Are you OK?
There's just... There's
a lot of turbulence on the plane.
- You're still on the plane?
- Yeah.
You'd be so proud of me.
We're all set for Keefe.
Cristal on ice, the cigars,
not easy to find this time of night.
You know, about that. I'm gonna
need you to do me a favour, OK?
You sure you're OK?
Please do not ask me again if I'm OK.
I hope you're...
Look, something's come up.
We gotta change Keefe's room.
Can you pull up the file?
We're gonna move him
to room 4080. Right.
The PIN is 4882.
- I'm gonna need you to take...
- Gimme that.
Hello? Cynthia?
Pretty clear thinking,
given the circumstances.
Let me guess,
stress management courses?
They're really paying off. We get
outta this, I may have to steal you.
- Excuse me, miss.
- Yes?
- Are the phones not working?
- They cut out during storms.
They'll come back
when we find clear air.
- Great. Thank you.
- You don't have a back-up plan?
- Why are you doing this here?
- Blame your grandmother.
She keeled over,
you hopped on the next flight,
- Keefe changed plans, here we are.
- Excuse me. Peanuts or pretzels?
- Peanuts, thank you.
- Ma'am?
No.
What happens
if they don't start working?
You bury your dad
in a closed casket.
Well, gang, brace yourselves,
cos I have news. I'm engaged!
I know him.
- Know who?
- Keefe.
He's a really decent man.
Well, sometimes bad things
happen to good people.
Like you.
You know, I've known you
for a while now, Lisa.
Before tonight, I mean.
Far as I can tell,
your life revolves around yourjob.
The occasional cocktail
at the corner cafe,
the classic late-night movies.
And scrambled eggs at 3am.
What turned you into such a loner?
Was it your parents' divorce?
Wait, did someone break your heart?
the fasten seat belt sign.
- I have to go to the restroom.
- You're free to move about the cabin.
Best I can do.
OK, you know what? You got me.
I'm gonna make that call
when I can make the call.
But right now you gotta let me go.
I need to go.
OK. I trust you.
And I need my purse.
But not that much.
I was really nervous
there for a minute.
We just kept goin' in and out.
Excuse me.
You in line?
Yeah. Do you wanna...?
You were here first.
Excuse me.
Oh, God.
OK. Get up.
I was wondering...
Don't fight me. You're all worked up
from being so creative. Breathe.
Hey, Rebecca.
You can'tjust run off like that.
A man went in there.
Everyone shares. I'll take you
to the one close to your seat.
But a lady's in there too.
OK, one of those flights.
Here, come on.
Please, just stop whoever's
at my dad's house.
I already have, by twice
intercepting these little communiqus.
If they'd have fallen into
the hands of a stewardess,
she'd have gone to the cockpit
and we'd land somewhere else.
If that happens, Leese,
our guy in the BMW's
gonna know about it.
So do Dad a favour
and stop gambling with his life.
You don't have to do this.
Any of this.
Someone do that to you?
No.
Is that what it is?
No.
You know what I think?
You know what I think?
I think you're not
such an honest person.
Because I've followed you
for eight weeks now
and I never once
saw you order anything
but a f***ing sea breeze.
I can't breathe. I can't breathe.
I never lied to you, Leese.
Know why?
Cos it doesn't serve me.
We're both professional.
We have the will and the means
to follow through.
Cos when we don't,
our customers aren't happy.
And when they're not,
we suffer and our lives go to sh*t.
And that's not going to happen.
Is it?
- No.
- Good.
Because I'm gonna tell you
Are you sure we
got a deal this time?
Yes.
Peachy.
Well, thanks for the quickie.
Good.
Come on.
Excuse me.
This isn't a motel.
Sure.
- Lose something?
- Yes, my book.
It was here. Maybe it
slipped down behind your...
I need you to pull
yourself together, Lisa.
We seem to have
attracted a little attention.
Once they've made their rounds,
we'll make the call.
The captain has turned
on the fasten seat belt sign.
Please return to your seats
as soon as possible. Thank you.
Yo. You steal my pen, jackass?
No, man, cut it out. I'm sleepin'.
Mr Keefe has a 7 am breakfast
and the meeting's at 8am sharp.
We're out by 9.15. How we doin'?
Cars are en route and on time.
Armoured Escalades,
full communication package.
- Thanks. We're all set.
- Good. Get these out with changes.
- You got it.
- Think fast!
- Danny. Daddy's working.
- Thattaboy.
Come here, you.
You should be sleeping.
Trash?
I'll get that.
It's time.
Thank you.
Lux Atlantic Resort, this is Cynthia.
Hello?
- Cynthia, it's Lisa.
- Hey, you.
So I guess you
still need that favour.
Yeah. I was checking
with Dan Young from Maintenance.
- We can't put Keefe in that room.
I know. But they were fixing
a water valve in the master bath
and they didn't fix the right one
so if anyone uses the plumbing...
- The sh*t'll hit the fan.
- Exactly.
So where do we move him to?
Lisa? You still there?
4080. OK.
- His security people will be...?
- You're right.
They're not gonna be happy,
so just...
- Just tell them I authorised it.
- OK. Oh, my God.
The cigars, the Cristal.
There's hardly time, Leese. I better go.
Outstanding.
We're close.
What?
You know what. My dad.
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