Under Siege 2: Dark Territory Page #5

...with all the rest.

Ryback may be dead, he may be alive...

...but he is not on this train.

I shouldn't have got back on this train.

Drop the gun.

Drop it!

I never considered myself vicious...

...but you...

...you're like a cockroach!

So what do you do

when the bastard shows himself?

You squash him, right?

You get what I'm saying here, busboy?

I'm a porter...

...not a busboy.

Okay, Mr. Porter...

...you got balls, man.

So I'm going to let you decide.

You want to see it coming...

...or you wanna turn around?

Say...

...want to help me?

Sh*t.

You're a bad motherf***er.

Let's go kick some more ass, though.

Cool, man.

Congratulations, gentlemen...

...there is now one billion dollars...

...waiting for us in the land of banks,

cheese and cuckoo clocks.

All we have to do now...

...is blow up Washington, D.C.

That'd be the fire.

You will be picked up at the next stop.

Thank you for your participation.

It is sort of true.

You're traveling through another dimension,

not only of sight and sound, but of mind.

There's a signpost up ahead.

Your next stop:

Dark territory.

Who says I have a one-track mind?

The town's on the wrong side.

We're not on the right tracks.

We pass it on the inside,

not the outside.

Where are they taking us?

8:
00, Nevada Petrol Express.

We're going to collide.

If we don't do something, we'll die.

That's a big motherf***er.

It's got six locos up front,

about a mile long...

...and has 800,000 gallons of gasoline.

You won't let them get away with it.

No, I'm going to get my bag of tricks...

...and we are going

to rescue these hostages.

That's the Nevada Petrol Express.

It's carrying 800, 000 gallons of gasoline.

Can't we contact them?

Not as long as they're in dark territory.

There's no reception in the canyons.

When will they hit? Will it do the job?

It's going to be close,

but I don't think so.

We're closing in, sir,

but there are 11 possibles left.

Can you eliminate them in time?

No, sir.

Foxtrot Flight, vectoring in on target.

Greenlight the bombers.

Roger, Foxtrot heading 0.

God forgive us.

Something's coming in.

Intermittent signal, very faint.

F-117s.

Stealths.

They found us.

- Casey-f***ing-Ryback.

- Shoot them down.

I'd have to unlock from Washington.

I don't have the transponder numbers.

I can't target them!

They'd kill all the hostages.

Turbulence.

If it moves, Grazer can see it.

They disturb the air

as they fly through it.

Low-altitude turbulence,

that's how you find these things.

There you are...

...Stealths.

I can target these.

Lady! What's taking you so long?

You've had your two minutes.

We're the good guys.

Wait a minute. Where are you going?

- They split up.

- Is that a problem?

I won't get Grazer onto D.C.

before it passes.

Come out now.

I broke my bra.

Tits to die for, huh?

Where are the hostages?

They're upstairs! Go!

You first.

Say good night, Gracie.

Gotcha.

- Ryback's hitting the hostage cars.

- Good old Ryback!

ATAC, Foxtrot 2.

Target locked on. I have tone.

Going hot pickle. Over.

- Goddamn, I'm good.

- Jesus.

Get me the president.

I'm coming to get my niece now.

Come and get her.

Why are you bringing Ryback here?

Can you handle this?

Looks like you f***ed up.

It's time to cut and run.

Excuse me?

Anyone else think I f***ed up?

No.

I got it!

The cars are separating!

- What are you doing?

- Coming to help you.

- You're a hero now?

- You're the hero.

We're free!

You want to help? Climb up that ladder

and commandeer that helo.

Are you crazy? Climb up there?

It might not work, but try.

- Where are you going?

- The girl.

Tranquility, this is Sparrow. Over.

This is Tranquility.

Hold position as planned. Out.

Hey, bring that ladder closer.

Can't you see I'm trying to be a hero?

That's better.

This is Sparrow. We made our first pickup.

The hell you have.

Get up there and deal with that.

What's going on?

Kick his butt!

Honey, we sure taught

that boy how to fly.

We sure did.

Now we're going to keep

this chopper right here.

Or I'm going to blow your brains out!

You got that, honey?

Let me handle Ryback.

You take care of the techno sh*t.

He's mine.

I'll take him myself, hand to hand.

Come on, my little ghost satellites,

I need you with me to hide my baby...

...so she can blow the f***

out of Washington.

Go get your throat ripped out.

I got eight million people to kill,

and a billion dollars to pick up.

Thank you, sir.

The president and the others

are evacuated.

Leaving millions of innocent people

to die if we don't stop it.

We must use Pegasus now.

But, sir...

...we still have eight possibilities.

Pick one.

Now!

Kappa.

Thank you. Kappa's the target.

Stand by and launch.

I've never been afraid of anybody.

But that uncle of yours scares me.

And I like it.

It's you and me, or me and her.

Now, you hold on real tight

and you'll stay in one piece.

F***, you ruined my coat.

Good morning.

Nobody beats me in the kitchen.

I must go. Won't need any of this

anymore. Got everything I need...

...right here.

The Petrol Express

will be here in a minute.

Have a nice life.

What's left of it.

You take one step

and I'm dropping this grenade.

Okay...

...then drop it.

Pegasus missed.

It wasn't Kappa.

Jesus.

Shooting me won't do any good.

ATAC can't get past my ghost satellites.

And you can't get past

my encrypted program.

You mean to tell me there's no way

I can shut that off?

No way.

I never thought of that.

It was Delta.

We're locked on.

Hit it!

Hold the ladder at the top of the train.

And keep this chopper right here.

Ryback, wait for me!

We make a great team!

I never doubted you.

Oh, yes, you did.

This is a real sweet

Hallmark moment, but...

...can we go home now, Uncle Casey?

This is Helo 505 November Mike.

Denver, come in.

Sir, there's a message coming in.

I'll patch it through.

This is Casey Ryback.

The hostages are safe.

He made it! Ryback made it!

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