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Jack, please.

OK?

Please?

All right?

We're going to die.

No, we're not. We got this far, OK?

I'll be damned.

Did you go to the

University of Arizona?

Yeah? So?

Good football team.

Yeah, I guess so.

I don't really know.

Arizona Wildcats.

Right.

He can see you.

What?

He can see you.

Just keep looking straight ahead.

He called you a wildcat before.

I didn't even pick up on it.

Bastard's got a camera

right in your face.

He can see the whole bus.

He's been playing me from minute one.

Well, he can see me,

but can he hear me?

Doesn't look like it.

He's just watching.

A city bus rigged to explode

if it slows down

races around literally in circles

at the Los Angeles airport.

The two dead are a female passenger

and the driver

of another bus,

both blown up by the bomber.

The other people in jeopardy are, of course,

the passengers of the bus,

held hostage at the whim of a madman.

"The whim of a madman."

I like that.

There's a camera on the bus

just over my left shoulder.

I want you to stare

straight ahead.

Don't make any big movements, OK?

It's Jack.

Yeah, I know about Harry.

Is that news van still around?

Get those cameras to stop taping.

LAPD. I need this unit.

You can broadcast UHF, right?

Yeah, sure.

There's a signal going to that bus.

I want you to find it.

Emergency.

We have to take you off the air.

Please, sir, stop taping.

Come on.

Come on. Good! Tape off of that.

Remember, no big movements.

Just look whipped.

That ain't gonna be too hard.

Tape it. Good. Come on. Tape it.

It's taping!

Jack.

Yeah?

Look.

Mac, fuel.

Jack, five minutes.

Not enough time. Run the tape.

We have to unload.

I only have a minute of tape.

Do it now.

I want you to make a tape and loop it

so that it runs over and over, OK?

All right, run it. Run it!

All right.

Tape's rolling.

We still have no live picture,

but reports are

that the bus continues to circle...

Everyone is safe for the moment.

Hard to imagine what's going

through their thoughts at this time.

Certainly, a sense of community...

Rig the steering wheel and the gas pedal.

All right, let's get them off.

OK, you, you, and you.

Police have just issued

a general statement,

which really doesn't tell us much more...

Grab my wrist. That's it. Good.

Come on. Look straight ahead.

Come on.

The bomber snuck in here late last night...

Come on.

It's OK.

That's good, that's good.

Grab my wrist.

Take his hand.

That's it. Come on.

Let's go.

Come on, buddy. I got ya.

Give me your hand. Your hand.

Hold on. Hold on.

Grab my hand.

Don't look down.

Sh*t!

Jack!

Grab my hand!

Grab my hand!

Jack, I can't hold this anymore.

Annie! You... hold on!

No, no!

No!

Hold it.

Oh, God.

Wedge down the gas pedal.

OK, I got it.

You got it?

Yeah.

I got it. OK

OK, Annie, get on.

Oh, God.

Jack, I can't do this.

Let's go!

Sh*t.

Sh*t, sh*t.

Jack.

Sh*t!

Hold on.

Sh*t!

Are you all right?

No.

It's OK.

It's OK. It's over.

It's over. You did it.

You did it.

Oh, I hate the airport.

You're not going to get mushy on me,

are you?

Maybe.

I think I might.

I hope not because relationships that start

under intense circumstances never last.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

They've done extensive studying on this.

Here comes the cavalry.

How ya doing?

We're OK.

I just might be a nice guy

and let you have the rest of the day off.

Oh, boy.

Mac, this is Annie.

Annie, meet Lieutenant McMahon.

How you doing?

OK.

This should take care of it.

Ow!

Watch it.

Sorry.

We're going to take you guys back

and have you checked out.

Lieutenant!

It's him.

He wants to know

when he's gonna get his money.

Son of a b*tch. I'll tell him

what to do with his goddamn money.

He doesn't know it blew up.

I'll be right back.

All right, here's our target. Fox!

Yes, sir!

I want you in 4-1, you in 1-2. You're in 3.

Let's move it.

Are you sure the paint bomb

is in with the money?

It's done, sir.

Too bad, Jack.

You could've made a good cop.

The SWATvan

followed the bus to the airport.

OK.

We'll report across the landing field

when we're set up.

We still have no live picture.

Reports are that the bus

continues to circle

inside LAX.

... potentially a disastrous situation.

It's definitely been defused to some extent.

No!

No!

Miss.

Hmm?

You can't be this close.

You need to move back.

No. Jack Traven said...

Jack Traven asked

that you be brought out of harm's way.

Just move right over here.

He's running a little late.

He's not late.

What?

He's never late.

Well, that money hasn't moved.

We got 200 eyes on that can,

a bird dog in the bag.

I'd say he's covered.

Turn it on.

What for? It hasn't moved.

Just do it.

Sh*t. It's moving.

He's got the money.

Jack!

Sh*t!

Freeze!

Pop quiz,

a**hole.

You have a hair trigger aimed at your head.

What do you do?

What do you do?

Turn around.

Turn around!

Oh, no.

I'm sorry.

Be prepared.

It's the boy Scout marching song.

What are you gonna do, Jack?

I don't think you can shoot her.

Let her go.

No, I don't think I'm gonna do that.

Fill it.

Now.

Well, I think Harry

would be very disappointed,

feeling that we're right back

where we started.

Let her go.

You don't need her. You have the money.

Take it and walk. Come on.

Just take it and walk. You don't need her.

Just take your goddamn money and walk!

Stay right there. I'll do it. I'll let go.

I'll let go. Oh, yeah.

You still don't get it. Do you, Jack?

Huh? The beauty of it.

A bomb is made to explode.

That's its meaning, its purpose.

Your life is empty because you spend it

trying to stop the bomb from becoming.

And for who? For what?

Do you know what a bomb is, Jack,

that doesn't explode?

It is a cheap gold watch, buddy.

You're crazy.

You're f***ing crazy.

Oh, no.

Poor people are crazy, Jack.

I'm eccentric.

Get the money. Let's go.

Come on! Let's go! Move it! Move it!

You stay! Move it!

Move it!

In the door.

In that door! Now!

Bye, Jack.

Punk.

All right!

Get in there.

Go on.

Get in.

You get back in there!

You get this train moving! Go on!

Are these seats taken?

No. Go.

All aboard. Doors will be closing.

Come on. Back over here.

Hands around the pole.

All aboard. Doors will be closing.

No!

Damn.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Please report, Westbound 501.

What is your position?

Westbound 501, please check in.

Westbound 501.

We have police orders

to return to the station.

Do you copy?

You have to hold this.

It's like a grenade.

You have to help me now. Come on, hold it.

Don't let it go.

Huh?

I'm counting on you.

Do you copy?

Hey!

I'll take it from here.

No!

No! No!

Uh-oh.

Uh-oh. Wait.

No! No!

Maybe you'd better

let me have this after all.

I'm afraid you're a bit hysterical

and you might let this go a might early.

Hey! Hey, buckaroo!

It's not 'cause you're a woman, all right?

Hey, it's all right.

Looks like we're all alone.

Look, you won. OK?

You beat Jack. You beat everybody.

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