Terminal Velocity Page #3

They got somebody

on ice, right?

- Late again, Ditch.

- What do you mean?

Funeral director claimed the body

for cremation this morning.

- What funeral director?

- Ditch, meet Lex.

I don't think you really understand

what's happening here.

I got some D.A. talkin'

about manslaughter charges.

I'm not surprised, with

a safety record like yours.

What was it, 12 violations

just last month?

What kind of prison term

was he talkin'? Five years? Six?

If they prove negligence,

there'll be two or three more years.

- That's right.

- You've been workin' me from the start, haven't you?

Look, Ditch, you have a right to feel

used and deceived, because you were.

But if you come with me now,

I'll set the record straight.

I will hand you physical proof

that I'm still alive. I promise.

You just have to do

one thing for me first.

Wh-Wh-What do I...

I'm going, Ditch.

You're in or out.

I don't believe this.

Up you go.

Put these on.

Let me see if

I've got this straight.

You dumped your own roommate out

of a plane, and she was already dead?

- It served a cause.

- Aw, lady, that's cold.

Well, they would have murdered me too

unless I killed myself first.

I just had to

buy some time.

- We're gettin' close.

- I just want you to know...

that the idea of following you out that

door again makes me very uncomfortable.

Are you afraid

of a night jump?

- Hey, I invented the night jump.

- What are you afraid of then?

- Who says I'm afraid of anything?

- You're shaking.

The whole plane is shaking.

Not that your orientation

wasn't thorough or anything,

but do you mind tellin' me

what the hell we're doing?

- I'll tell you on the way down.

- Beautiful.

- Can you hear me?

- Hello.

Is this Suzie, my Time-Life operator? Hey,

what is this? That aerospace plant out by...

- You should speak only when asked a direct question.

- What are we doin' here?

We're here to retrieve vital

information. Do you see the north rooftop?

- Yeah, okay. Piece of cake.

- Don't land there.

- Don't?

- The roof has motion sensors.

See the red lights on

the west end of the tower?

- Can you hit it dead center?

- You kiddin' me? In these winds?

Oh, shi-i-i-i-i-t!

Goddamn it.

You there?

Ditch? Ditch?

Ditch, are you there?

Yeah, I'm here. Tell me you didn't send

me down this sh*t chute on purpose.

Keep your voice down and make your way to

the south side. There's a breaker board there.

- Okay. I'm here.

- Throw switches 17 and 23.

You just cut the juice

to the security fence.

You need to move upstairs

and find door 207.

The one marked

"Authorized Personnel. "

- Should I be writin' all this down?

- Just go!

A little close.

I'm here. 207.

Authorized personnel only.

Use the key and go inside.

- What key?

- The one in your hook-knife sleeve.

How convenient.

I'm in.

How do you know your way

around this place so well?

Never mind.

The money will be wired in the morning.

We'll fly the shipment

out tomorrow night.

Put the full crew on standby.

Let's try not to mess it up.

All right.

Go to the closet.

It should be on your right.

- Okay. I see it.

- Open it.

Now... take the clothes

off the hanger pole.

Don't need to. I see the safe.

What's the combo?

Forget the safe.

It's only there to distract idiots.

Now lift out the hanger pole

and look inside.

You know those robots the bomb squad

uses? That's what I am, isn't it? Huh?

Kerr, check this out.

That's the fence perimeter.

Light it up!

Now replace the hanger pole, and leave

everything exactly as you found it.

Oh, no!

Ditch? Ditch!

We might, uh, have a...

have a problem here.

I'm checkin'

the perimeter.

If you can make it to the west door, you

can make it out. Now move, move, move!

Look. It's him.

He's goin' to the roof.

You stay here!

Watch the exits.

Ditch Brodie!

Ah!

Ditch, you're on your own.

He's going to jump!

- Hello.

- Do you still have the cylinder?

Yeah, I'm fine, thanks.

Question:

Who were those goons tonight?

Was that Russian they were speaking?

And don't tell me it was French,

parce que je parle francais, honey.

- Those men are Mafia.

- Mafia. Please.

There's more than one kind of Mafia,

Ditch. I'll be there in 15 minutes.

I won't be. I'm headin' out to Sam's

Surplus, Highway 18 near the aqueduct.

Are you getting this?

I'll bring the cylinder and a witness.

- You bring that pretty face and your attitude.

- What are you doing, Ditch?

What am I doin'? Puttin' this mess

in my rearview mirror.

I told you I'd take care of your problem

and I will, but it has to be done my way.

Highway 18.

Sam's Surplus.

- Anything?

- Not yet.

Forgive the skepticism

on the phone...

No, I know how

it sounds, believe me.

- You're certain this woman is the same woman that was in the plane with you.

- Absolutely.

She said she's

from the C.I.A.

C.I.A., I.R.S.

Mafia, I don't know.

I just want you to see her face, see that

she's come back from the dead, all right?

- This is incredible.

- I know.

- Would you like a Certs?

- No, thanks.

I'm sorry.

It's a nervous habit that I have.

Give me those.

Don't take them all.

That's her.

- She's coming in a plane.

- Yes, she has a plane.

Now, uh, I think

the smart thing to do here...

would be to get her away from the plane

and make her come to us.

No, I think

I should go to her.

- Fine. Go to her. I'll stay here.

- Good.

Fine.

Two men,

one coming this way.

Looks like your stooge.

- The cylinder's in my car.

- Bring your car.

- My witness is back that away.

- Bring him and the car.

He's a little jumpy.

I think we should go to him.

Chris.

I don't like this.

Let me go instead.

Just keep an eye on me.

- What if things get out of hand?

- I'll kill 'em.

- Let's go.

- Great.

- Where's your witness? - Probably

in his car power-locking the doors.

He's not used to all this

cloak-and-dagger stuff.

- There's a rifle on us. Any attempt to detain me...

- Calm down.

The guy just wants to watch you

breathe a couple of times, all right?

- What do you see, Lex?

- Now, he said he would wait right here.

Lex?

Lex?

What are you doing?

Hey! Get back here!

Pinkwater!

What is goin' on here?

Welcome, Comrade.

- Get down! Get down!

- What, what, what?

They're not gonna damage

my car, are they?

- Here, this is your gun.

- My gun?

Shoot!

- Ah, it's broken!

- The safety's on, you idiot!

Jesus Christ!

No! No!

Ah! Jesus Christ!

Run!

Whoa! Mother of God!

What's going on out here?

- Where's the cylinder?

- Who started shooting? It scared off my D.A.!

- That's not a D.A.

- Who the hell is he?

He's one of the killers!

- Give me the gun!

- What are you doing?

- You said that was my gun!

- Not anymore!

- That freakin' witch broke my nose! I want her dead!

- No kidding.

You have five seconds to tell me

where the cylinder is. One.

- You gotta be kidding me.

- Two!

- Five!

- What the hell happened to three?

Three got his balls blown off

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