U.S. Marshals Page #2

Catherine.

This is Stacia Vela.

This is U.S. Marshal Catherine Walsh.

She's the boss.

Delighted to meet you. I've seen you so

much on TV. You're very lovely in person.

Um, thank you.

You're welcome. I'm gonna take Sam

away from you for just a minute.

- Um, sure. I'll go and wait at the bar.

- Okay.

Never one to be afraid of the obvious.

I admire that in a man.

- Did I do something?

- Yeah.

You hit your prisoner while he was

in handcuffs. He could sue us.

He bit one of my kids,

he got smacked on the head. So what?

- "So what?"

- Yeah, so what?

Twenty-seven stitches is "So what?"

He needed a smack on the head,

he got it. What's the big deal?

Look, D.C. wants to take

full advantage of this Conroy bust.

You are gonna personally escort

these clowns to the federal pen.

- You will give a little speech to the press.

- No, I don't...

You are going...

...to do a nice little PR

song and dance. And then...

...you are gonna go fishing...

- What?

- ... or something.

You're gonna take a vacation.

You're gonna be happy.

Okay?

Okay.

The plane leaves at midnight.

You be on it.

- Go.

GUARD:
Keep moving.

Right over there. Go.

MAN 1:
Name and number.

MAN 2:
Over there.

MAN 3:
Let's go.

MAN 4:
Name and number.

- Welcome to the unfriendly skies, Sam.

- Yeah.

Come along.

DEPUTY 1:
Seventy-two.

DEPUTY 2:
Check.

DEPUTY 1:
Eighty-four.

DEPUTY 2:
Check.

DEPUTY 3:

Right here.

DEPUTY 1:

Thirty-six.

DEPUTY 2:

Check.

Set your bag over here.

- Look at the bright side.

- Hm?

We're always on time.

[CHUCKLES]

Close up.

- Lock it up.

DEPUTY 4:
Right.

All locked.

DEPUTY 5:
All locked.

DEPUTY 6:
All locked.

Clearance, F-PATS 343, Memphis.

Okay. It's on to Memphis and then

La Guardia, and we call it a night.

CALDWELL'S WIFE:

Turn out the light. It's late.

Be a couple minutes.

Hey.

Hey. Gotta use the can.

Look, you can hold it.

We got 20 minutes till we land.

I've been holding it.

I have to go right now.

I'm serious.

I'm about to explode right here.

Can he go?

Yeah, let him go.

7- C.

All right, let's go.

[BOTH SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[GRUNTS]

STERN:

"Split on ice. " Seven letters.

Banana.

- No, bananas.

- What?

[SIGHS]

Bananas. Plural.

Oh, yeah. Bananas.

[GUNSHOT]

[SCREAMS]

[GRUNTING]

What the hell was that?

NAVIGATOR:
We're losing cabin pressure!

Oxygen mask on.

[ALARM wAILlNG]

CO-PILOT:

We're sinking. We're sinking, 2,000.

[ALL YELLING AND GRUNTING]

CO-PILOT:

Engine failure on 2 and 3.

PILOT:

Indy Center, this is F-PATS, Flight 343.

We are declaring an emergency.

Mayday, mayday!

CO-PILOT:

We're at two-four-zero.

Three-two-zero.

One-seven thousand.

One-three thousand.

PILOT:

I've got it. I've got it.

CO-PILOT:

One-one thousand.

We're at 10,000.

What the hell was that?

We lost Engines 2 and 3.

A and B hydraulic failures as well.

Look at your charts. See if there's

any airport we can make.

- There's nothing close.

- There's a road 20 miles ahead.

Okay. That's it then.

Indy Center, this is F-PATS 343.

And still losing altitude.

We have lost two engines...

...and we need to make

an immediate emergency landing.

Make the announcement.

Passengers, brace for

an emergency landing.

Place your head between your knees

and brace for impact.

Keep your heads down. Brace for impact.

CO-PILOT:

Three-two. Three thousand.

Two thousand above ground.

Sinking 1,500.

I got the road.

Okay, gear down.

One thousand.

Five hundred above ground.

One hundred above ground.

Brace for impact.

[ALL GRUNTING]

Oh, no.

Sh*t!

Jesus Christ!

Holy sh*t!

[ALL GRUNTING]

[ALL YELLING]

[GROANS]

PILOT:

Oh, God.

We're running out of road, guys!

Aw, sh*t.

[ALL YELLING]

[PRISONERS SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

GERARD:
Get down.

This man is unconscious.

This man right here.

Bring out the weapons.

All right, dude, you're swimming.

[GRUNTS]

DEPUTY 7:

Stay right there. Back.

PRISONER 1:

What are you guys doing?

STERN:

Clear!

Rick!

PRISONER 2:

Mine didn't open!

Keys, keys! Give me those keys!

STERN:

Hey, hey. Slow down! One at a time!

All right. Keep it moving!

Keep it moving! One at a time.

MICHAEL:

I ain't going in that water!

- You going somewhere?

- No.

Good. Hold that light on these shackles.

I'll get this guy out of here.

Play any tricks, our guys'll shoot you.

Unh!

STERN:
Hurry up!

PRISONER 3:
I can't swim!

STERN:

Get out!

GERARD:

Get out of there.

DEPUTY 8:

Go! Go!

Gerard! We're going under! Leave them!

Leave the rest of them! Leave them!

Come on! We gotta move out!

[MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

[CREAKING]

[COUGHS AND GASPING]

[PRISONER GRUNTS]

GERARD:

Get your head up there, jackoff.

Take a deep breath.

[PRISONER GRUNTING]

Calm down! You wanna live?

[CHATTERING]

[MEN COUGHING]

[PANTING]

[SIREN WAILlNG]

[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]

[MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

[CHATTERING]

- All the way down here and along that ridge.

- Got you.

Hey, they found the two

that fell from the plane.

That Chinese fellow dropped in some

poor old boy's roof and into the bathtub.

- Looked like a big bowl of gumbo-

- I get the picture, sheriff.

Deputy Gerard, we still got

one prisoner unaccounted for.

Mark Roberts. He was seated in 10-D.

I guess the river got him.

No. No, the river didn't get this guy.

He's loose.

If you can't find him dead someplace,

he's running, folks.

We got a fugitive.

POE:
Seems we have ourselves a bona fide

federal fugitive out on the lam.

Name of Roberts, Mark J.

Uh, somebody give me a map.

- Who's got a map around here?

COP:
I got one.

POE:

Oh, all right. Thanks, Earl.

Okay.

Okay. Now, uh...

I want you setting up roadblocks,

general radius of, uh...

...ahem, uh, 10, 12 miles.

Twenty.

- What?

- He's got a real big head start.

Oh, okay, 20 then.

That sounds good. And...

- In all directions, just like a big-

- Perimeter.

Uh, circle deal.

Uh, which should start

somewhere near, uh...

Uh...

Uh, what do you think?

Said perimeter to extend downstream...

...from Brookport to Mound City.

Every bridge across the Ohio River

from Golconda...

...to Metropolis to Cairo...

...needs to be closed down.

Extending south from Alexander...

...and Pulaski county lines,

have every house, hotel...

...hospital, back road and backwater

searched for Mr. Mark J. Roberts.

[DOGS BARKING]

Get his picture on the local television

and keep it there.

Please consider him dangerous,

and please...

...act accordingly.

Found a shoe. Looks like prison issue.

TROOPER:

Okay. Continue to search.

Looks like we found the place

he came ashore.

[SIREN WAILlNG]

Jesus!

Looks like the skies

weren't too friendly last night.

- Sam used up eight of his nine lives on this.

- He's over there.

RENFRO:
Where?

COOPER:
It looks like he's in one piece.

RENFRO:

Sammy, how you doing?

Hey, you think they got

a fat-free menu in this joint?

- What are you talking about?

- Is anybody else hungry?

- I don't believe you two.

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