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Hey, this area's restricted.

Oh, hi. Yeah, I know.

They called me down here.

Some of this wiring

got screwed up.

Nobody called it down to me.

I'm gonna have to see

a work order.

Yeah. Just a second.

-There you are.

-(grunts)

-(groaning)

-Nothing personal.

-(applause)

-MAN: I guess that wraps it up.

Good work, everybody.

-(chuckles)

-Marty, I couldn't be happier

with the way this worked out.

-Congratulations.

-Good for you.

(phones ringing)

-(elevator bell dings)

-Oh, hold that.

-Whoa.

-(woman clears throat)

Gee, thanks.

(chuckling)

(bell dings)

Thanks for pushing that, Bob.

The light's on.

-But you never know.

It really might be broken.

-Shut up.

(woman coughing)

So remember, honey--

(beeping)

(all gasping)

(screaming)

-(screaming continues)

-WOMAN: No! Please!

(gasping, panting)

Jesus.

Bob, what button did you push?

-(sirens wailing)

-(horn honking)

(bystanders chattering,

shouting)

(radio chatter)

WOMAN:

Peter! Come on!

Mr. Bagwell, make sure

these other elevators remain

locked down and empty.

-Yes, sir.

-Now, there's

no other way, no doors--

no other way in or out

except through access panels.

-Is that correct?

-Yes, sir.

What we have here

are 13 passengers

in an express elevator

below floor 30.

Bomb's already taken out cables.

Bomber wants $3 million, or he

blows the emergency brakes.

-What's our clock?

-He gave one hour.

-That leaves 23 minutes exactly.

-Anything else that'll keep

this elevator from falling?

-The basement.

-The city would like to avoid

that event, Officer Traven.

-We can't just

unload the passengers?

-This is an express elevator.

The only way in or out

is through access panels.

The bomber's also wired

the hatch to trigger the bomb,

which seats him in the crazy

but not stupid section.

Sir, Harry volunteers

to examine the device.

Yeah, right.

Fine. The two of you

check it out.

MAN: The nearest

access panel's on the

32nd floor in the lobby.

I want reports only.

We're in a holding pattern.

Worthy and Briggs, I want you

to secure the base area.

No one in or out.

Everyone else, I want you

to affirm building evac. Move!

Looks like we're walkin'.

-MAN: Hurry, folks,

but watch your step.

-Twenty-nine!

All the way down to the lobby!

Let's go, folks!

Thirty!

Thirty-one!

Thirty-two.

(drill whirring)

-Hello?

-WOMAN: What's going on?

-Come on, man.

Get us out of here!

-MAN: Hello?

-WOMAN: What's that?

-Hello!

-WOMAN: Please help us!

-(shouting continues)

(drilling continues)

WOMAN:

Help! Please!

Get us out of here!

Please!

Please, get us out of here!

MAN:

Who's up there?

Who's up there?

What's going on?

Ladies and gentlemen,

this is the LAPD.

-Thank God!

-What are you doing up there?

TRAVEN: There has been

an elevator malfunction,

so just relax.

MAN: Hey, come on!

What are you guys waiting for?

We'll have you out of there

as soon as possible.

Am I lying?

How come they sent

cops here?

Shouldn't they send

repair guys?

-WOMAN: Yeah.

-MAN: Doesn't make any sense.

What do you think?

-You're the expert.

I just work here.

-Looks pretty solid.

-Anyone we know?

-I don't recognize the work,

but he's a pro.

Oh, he's cuttin' it close.

I don't like it.

Yeah, well, what's to like?

Mac said we hold, so we hold.

All right, pop quiz.

The airport.

Gunman with one hostage.

He's usin' her for cover.

He's almost to a plane.

You're a hundred feet away.

Jack.

Shoot the hostage.

What?

Take her

out of the equation.

Go for the good wound,

and he can't get

to the plane with her.

-Clear shot.

-You're deeply nuts.

You know that?

"Shoot the hostage."

Geez. (chuckling)

Harry, this is wrong.

He's gonna blow it anyway.

Why?

I don't know.

Gut feeling.

Well, right now Mac

outranks your gut,

so we sit.

This is taking way too long.

How much you think

that elevator weighs?

Jack, come on.

Maybe we can do something

about those hostages.

We're not gonna

shoot 'em, right?

-MAN: Hey, where are you going?

-What's going on?

WOMAN: Don't go!

Don't leave us here!

No, we just take them

out of the equation.

-You sure it'll hold?

-It'll hold.

Six minutes.

I can't get any more time.

He's not talkin'!

I need the goddamn money now!

Tell me again, Harry.

Why did I take this job?

Oh, come on. Thirty more years

of this, you get a tiny pension

and a cheap gold watch.

Cool. Whoa!

(panting)

(grunting)

-God, it's hot in here.

-WOMAN: There's no air.

-Can't they just

pry the doors open?

-I can't breathe.

Don't fuck with Daddy.

(beeping)

(shouting)

(screaming)

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

-(screams)

-Oh, my God!

-Oh, my God! What's happening?

-Grab her hand!

Usually they fall down now.

(shouting continues)

Get her up!

He's early.

The son of a bitch is early.

(screaming continues)

Mac, we need

more help up here now!

-Oh, please open the door!

-I don't wanna die! Please!

-Save me! I wanna get out!

-Open the door!

-Please help me!

-Joan, get back!

We'll get you out!

Give me your hands!

-It's okay.

Give me your hands.

-Pull me through!

-(gasps) Oh, God!

-Watch your head.

Watch your head.

-Help me!

-Okay, I've got you.

I've got you.

Take it easy!

You're fine.

-Oh, thank you!

-You're fine.

-Take her.

Okay, let's go! Next!

-Okay, lady, come on.

-Thank you. Oh.

-I've got you, ma'am.

-(screaming continues)

-Just move back, please.

What the hell is all this?

-Help us! Hurry!

-(screams)

Hurry! Hurry! Let's go!

Go! Go! Let's go!

-JACK: Let's go! Let's go!

-Come on! Come on!

-Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

-Come on.

-Help me out!

Please help me out!

-Watch your head.

-Come on, lady! Come on!

-No.

-Come on, lady! Come on!

-Grab my hand! Come on!

-Go!

-WOMAN: There's one more.

Can you get her out?

Come on.

Come on, let's go!

-No. No, I can't!

-It's going to fall.

Just take one step,

reach out and take my hand.

-Come on!

-Hurry!

Come on!

(whimpering)

Oh, God! Don't let go of me!

You're okay.

(shouting)

Great God!

-(all yelling)

-Oh, my shoe!

Let's go, let's go!

JACK: Was it good for you?

Oh, it was great for me.

How was it for you, honey?

-Elevator dropped.

-Oh, good.

That's good to know.

(both sighing)

Is your watch slow?

Uh-uh. No, no.

He jumped the gun.

-We had three minutes left.

-Why does he do that?

He's losing

his three million.

I don't know.

Maybe he couldn't hold

his wad long enough.

It's a common problem

among middle-aged men.

(sniffs) So I'm told.

He's here.

He could've blown

that thing from Pacoima.

No. He knew

we were up to something.

He's close by.

He's not gonna corner

himself in a building.

We evacuated anyway.

Come on.

All right.

He'd want to be here, but he'd

want to stay mobile, right?

The elevators.

The passenger cars were stopped.

They checked them out.

What about

the freight elevators?

(man coughing)

Will the mystery guest

please sign in?

What?

Jack. Damn it!

-(gunshots)

-(gasps)

Get to the floor!

(gasps)

(groaning)

(grunting)

HARRY: Shit! Shit! Shit!

Up! Get your ass up!

(groaning)

I don't suppose anybody'll give

me three million just for you.

-(gun clicks)

-(grunting)

Hold it!

Pop quiz, hot shot.

Terrorist holding

a police hostage.

Got enough dynamite

strapped to his chest

to blow a building in half.

Now, what do you do?

There's gonna be 50 cops

waiting for you in the basement.

Oh, standard flanking

deployment, right?

Well, maybe we'll get off

on the third floor, huh?

At least that's

what they'll think.

I want location

of those goddamn shots!

Briggs,

where's Jack and Harry?

Lieutenant, we've got movement

on the freight elevator.

It's on three.

Let's move!

(elevator bell dings)

End of the line.

This day has been

real disappointing,

I don't mind saying.

Why, because you didn't

get to kill everyone?

There will come a time, boy,

when you'll wish

you'd never met me.

Mister, I'm already there.

But, you see, I'm in charge

here. I drop this stick, huh,

and they pick your friend up

with a sponge.

-Are you ready

to die, friend?

-Fuck you.

Oh! In 200 years,

we've come from

"I regret but I have one life

to give for my country"

to "Fuck you"?

-Go ahead,

drop the stick. Do it.

-Shut up, Harry.

Oh, we've got all the balls

in the world right here, man!

Give it up!

You got nowhere to go!

Shoot the hostage.

(laughing)

Say good-bye, Harry.

(screams)

You fuck!

Freeze!

Freeze! Give it up!

You're out of options!

(laughing)

(applause)

Through dedication and bravery,

these next two officers

effected the rescue

of 13 citizens of this city.

Thanks to them, the only life

taken by the terrorist's bomb

was his own.

You shot me.

I can't believe it.

They're giving you

a medal for shooting me,

you little prick.

Harry, you told me to.

The Medal of Valor is the

highest honor for a member of

Los Angeles Police Department.

Officer Harry Temple.

Congratulations.

Officer Jack Traven.

(applause)

(clapping)

Way to go, Jack.

Way to go.

-There we go.

There we go.

-Harry, my man.

Oh, beautiful.

A toast to me.

-Make me feel good

about myself.

-There you go.

Hey, Sandy! Here we go!

Okay, so how we do--

Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa!

-I need a bib!

-(laughing)

(laughing)

Here we go. All right.

-You can't take me anywhere.

-That's mine.

And here is to Harry.

For his quick thinking...

(laughs)

for his grace

under pressure,

and for his brave

and selfless act.

Hear, hear!

Hear, hear!

And to Jack...

for shooting Harry.

Something we've all wanted to do

for a very long time.

Hey, hey, hey!

Okay, no, no.

Here it is. Here it is.

Here's to you guys

for doing your job

and for not getting dead.

-Mazel tov.

-Mazel tov.

I can't do that.

We are the two luckiest guys

in the world, you know that?

-We got the bad guy, and

we didn't lose any civilians.

-Yeah, we're good.

-No, you were lucky.

-No, we were lucky.

You'd better understand it.

We were dealing

with a total psycho.

This guy could've blown us up

at any time. Whew.

And I got a bullet in me.

Six inches off the mark,

and they're giving the medal

to my wife.

Harry, come on, man.

I mean, we won, we got him.

Do you listen?

Do you ever--

Because I am not gonna be

around to back you up,

so you'd better

start thinking.

Guts will get you so far,

and then they'll get you killed.

Luck runs out,

sooner or later.

-Right, chief?

-That's right.

-Ho!

-I'm all right.

I'm all right.

I'm gonna go home,

have some sex.

Harry, you're gonna

go home and puke.

Yeah, well,

that'll be fun too.

Come on, you gimp.

Hey, Jack, I saw you on TV.

Congratulations.

-Thanks, Bob.

-Yeah, you looked fat.

Be easy on him, Bob.

The boy was up late

last night partying.

-A wild party, huh?

-Yeah, well, I don't

remember it that well.

Couldn't have been too

great. I woke up alone.

Yeah? Well,

you know, the last time

I partied like that,

I woke up married,

huh, Vinnie?

Hey, Jack,

you forgot your muffins.

-Have a good one, Bob.

-Thanks, Jack.

Take care, huh?

Thanks.

See you tomorrow.

WOMAN: Call 9-1-1!

(groaning)

(phone ringing)

(ringing continues)

What do you think, Jack?

You think if you pick up

all the bus driver's teeth,

they'll give you

another medal?

-Jesus!

-You think I wouldn't

have been prepared?

Two years I spent

setting up that elevator job.

Two years I invested

myself in it.

You couldn't understand the

kind of commitment that I have.

You ruin a man's

life's work, and you

think you can walk away.

You got blinders on

to the world.

But I got your attention now,

didn't I, Jack?

-Why didn't you just

come after me?

-No, this is about me.

This is about my money.

This is about money due me.

Which I will collect--

$3.7 million.

It's my nest egg, Jack.

At my age, you gotta

think ahead.

-When I find you--

-Pop quiz, hot shot.

There's a bomb on a bus.

Once the bus goes 50 miles

an hour, the bomb is armed.

If it drops below 50,

it blows up.

What do you do?

What do you do!

I'd wanna know

what bus it was.

You think I'm

gonna tell you that?

-Yes.

-(chuckles) Very good.

There are rules, Jack, and

I want you to get this right.

No one goes off the bus.

You try to take any passengers

off the bus, I will detonate it.

I want my money by 11:00 a.m.

-We can't pull that

kind of money in time.

-Focus, Jack!

Your concern is the bus.

And don't try to call.

The radio's down.

Now, the number

of the bus is 2525.

It's running downtown

from Venice.

It is at the corner

of Ocean Park and Main.

WOMAN: Sam! Sam!

-Annie.

-Sam!

Tell him to stop! Shit!

Excuse me! Comin' through.

Sam! God-- Shit.

Whoa! Stop!

-This ain't no bus stop.

-Oh, Sam!

-Get rid of your butt, Annie.

-Okay, it's gone, it's gone.

You are a good, kind man.

One day people will write

songs about you.

-Hi.

-Hi.

First time in LA.

-Oh, no, I live here.

-No, I mean mine.

Oh, that's just funny.

You heard me wrong.

-No, I'm sightseein'.

-Oh, really?

Yeah, I hate to use

the word "tourist,"

but it's not like I can hide it.

Not really.

Aw, geez, you know, it took

me three hours just to get

here from the airport.

I got so lost.

LA is one large place.

Of course, you live here,

you probably don't notice.

-I'm such a yokel.

There, I said it.

-Geez.

You know what?

I got gum on my seat.

Gum!

Excuse me.

-Morning.

-Hi.

(horn honking)

(horn continues honking)

Hey! Watch it!

I just couldn't handle

the freeways anymore.

I got so tense.

This way I can just relax

all the way to work.

Yeah, well, I love my car.

I miss my car.

(horn honking)

WOMAN:

Oh, God, look at that.

-ANNIE: Hey, Sam!

-Shit!

-Sam!

-What?

Why don't you just drive over

these people or something?

Don't spit on my bus, Annie.

-(chuckles)

-Such a mess.

Stop!

-Open up!

-Get off the door, man!

This ain't no bus stop!

-That guy really wants

to get on the bus.

-Open up! Stop!

ANNIE: Don't, Sam!

Don't let him on!

-LAPD!

-I can't hear you.

-Stop this bus!

-What?

LAPD! Stop the bus!

LAPD!

Stop! Stop!

Stop! LAPD!

Get out of the car!

Jesus, not again.

This is my car.

I own this car.

It's not stolen.

-It is now. Move over.

-Fuck! Oh, man.

You scratch this puppy,

and me and you are gonna

have words, you understand?

Okay, look, man, we don't

have to go so fast, all right?

Just slow down a little bit,

all right, man? Just slow do--

Oh, shit!

-Oh, come on, man!

-(horn honking)

Just don't tear up my car,

all right? Okay, okay, okay.

Just slow down

just a bit, all right?

We don't have to

go so fast, do we?

I mean, we don't--

we don't have to go--

That was a nice move, man.

Whoo!

Shit, shit, shit, shit!

Oh, shit!

The least you could do

is slow down! Come on!

Holy shit! Oh, shit!

-Oh, shit! What the--

-(horn honking)

Move, move!

-(honking continues)

-Is that that guy?

Man sure has a hard-on

for this bus.

(beeps)

-(honking continues)

-(muttering)

Hey! I'm a cop!

-What?

-I'm a cop!

LAPD!

There's a bomb on your bus!

-There's a bomb

on your bus!

-What?

There's a--

What? Fuck!

-There's a bomb on your bus!

-Watch the road!

Grab that, will ya?

I want you to write on it.

I want you to write

on the back, "Bomb on bus."

Write it, write it,

write it!

Watch the road!

Oh, shit!

Oh, shit! No!

Don't slow down!

(horn honking)

No, no!

No, no, no, no, no!

Speed up!

Op-- Open your door!

Open the doors!

Fifty! Stay above 50!

-Okay.

-All right?

470-8000. Ask for

Detective Harry Temple.

(dialing)

Harry.

Harry, it's Jack.

Yeah. (clears throat)

You'd better not

be calling in sick,

'cause I dragged my ass out of--

-Harry, he's alive.

-What?

The bomber. He's back.

He hit one in Venice already.

Fire chief said there's

nothin' left.

Temple, we just got

a ransom demand from

your dead terrorist.

-Says he's rigged a city bus.

Where's Jack?

-Where do you think?

-I gotta get on that bus.

-You gotta get--

Yeah, yeah,

you get on the bus.

Drive straight!

Stay in this lane!

Watch the road.

Wait a minute.

What are you doin'?

-Are you insured?

-Yeah. Why?

-(tires screeching)

-No! No!

Ah! Broke my-- my door.

Sir, I need to take

your phone.

-Take the phone.

-Take the wheel.

What are you-- What?

Oh! Oh, shit! Oh, shit!

Drive straight!

Oh, shit. Whoa, shit!

-(grunts)

-Whoa, shit!

Whoa, shit!

(shudders)

(grunting)

This guy's out of his mind.

Okay, listen.

You gotta stay above 50.

Excuse me.

Are you out of your mind?

-Whatever it takes.

-Hello!

Everybody,

I'm Jack Traven, LAPD.

We have a slight situation

on the bus here. Ma'am,

if you'll please sit down--

No, I won't sit down.

You're scaring the shit

out of these people.

Ma'am, please!

If everybody

will stay in your seats

and remain calm,

we should be able

to diffuse the problem.

-So sit tight and--

-Get away from me!

(passengers gasping)

I don't know you, man.

I'm not here for you.

Let's not do this.

-Stop the bus! Sit down!

-He can't! Listen--

-Stop the bus! Stop it!

-Look, look! Listen!

Look, I'm putting

my gun away, okay?

Okay?

Now, listen. I don't care

about your crime.

Whatever you did,

I'm sure that you're sorry.

So it's cool now.

It's over.

And I'm not a cop right now.

See? We're just two

cool guys just hangin' out--

-No, don't!

-(passengers screaming)

-(gunshot)

-Sam!

(horns honking)

I've got the wheel!

I've got it! I've got it!

Sam! Oh, God, Sam!

Sam, come on,

you gotta move your legs.

-Somebody move his legs!

-(grunting, groaning)

Sam, get your foot-- Sam,

get your foot off the pedal!

We gotta stop this thing!

No! Don't!

Stay above 50!

But Sam's been shot!

We gotta get him off!

You slow down,

and this bus'll explode!

There is a bomb on this bus.

If we slow down, it'll blow.

If anyone tries to get off,

it'll explode.

Bullshit! Yeah, there's a bomb.

Some funny joke, man!

Are we gonna have

a problem now?

He's bleeding so much,

I don't know what to do.

There's so much blood!

Put pressure front and back,

keep his legs up and put this

under his head.

-Hold on, man. Hold on.

-Sam, lift your head.

Miss, can you handle this bus?

Oh, sure. It's just like

driving a really big Pinto.

-I need to know,

can you handle this bus?

-I'm fine, I'm fine.

Just tell me what the plan is.

Is there a plan?

-Just for you to drive.

-(dialing)

-We're okay for now.

Just keep us above 50.

-Good plan.

-So, you're a cop, right?

-That's right.

Well, I should probably tell you

that I'm taking the bus

because I had

my driver's license revoked.

What for?

Speeding.

(line ringing)

-(phone ringing)

-Harry, we're on our way

to the chopper.

If anything changes,

let us know.

-Anything we haven't seen

should be in here.

-(phone ringing)

WOMAN ON TV: Something wrong

with the driver, that at least

one car, a Jaguar,

has been driven off the road

by the speeding bus.

It appears it is somewhere

between Los Angeles--

MAN ON TV: The bus apparently

came onto the freeway at the

Lincoln on-ramp.

It began picking up speed,

swerving and hasn't

slowed down since.

Minutes ago,

a Los Angeles police

officer boarded the bus

by jumping onto it

from a moving car.

Oh, would that be you, Jack?

He doesn't seem to have

been able to stop the bus--

-JACK: Where do we start?

-Check the speedometer.

Has it been fucked with

or loosened or any wires--

-See any wires or anything?

-Excuse me, ma'am.

-No, it's clean.

-Huh?

Then it's gonna be

under the bus. Probably it was

rigged to one of the axles.

I can't get under the bus

right now, Harry.

It's kind of in motion.

-Excuse me. Excuse me!

-(grunting)

Hold on.

(gasping) There's an access

panel in the floor.

Underneath you, man.

All right, Harry, we're in.

Passenger relay. Sir!

Take this. I want you

to tell him what I see.

Okay! We got a wad!

Pretty big!

There's a pretty big wad.

Brass fittings!

Brass fittings.

-I think

I can reach the circuit wire.

-He can reach the circuit wire.

No! No, no!

Don't! Don't do that!

-That's a decoy. Classic.

-That's a classic decoy.

-What else?

-What else?

-Hold on.

-Hold on.

Fuck me!

Oh, darn.

Harry, there's enough C-4

on this thing to put a hole

in the world.

Okay. All right.

Just stay-- Just stay calm.

-What else?

-Three triggers.

-One on the axle I can't really

see, a cellular remote...

-Officer.

and a timer running

off a wristwatch.

-A watch? What kind of watch?

-Gold.

Gold band, fairly cheesy.

Officer. Officer!

What's on your mind, Harry?

Shit, what do I do?

Officer!

-What do I do? What do I--

Which way?

-Aw, shit!

-Which way?!

-Get on the shoulder.

Okay.

(horns honking)

-(squealing)

-Watch it, watch it!

(honking continues)

Um, stay on or get off?

-Stay on or get off?

-Off! Off! Hold on!

(screaming, shouting)

Oh, God.

-Keep going.

-It's red!

-Go! Go!

-Wh-What? Ow! My foot!

-(shouting)

-(horns honking)

(people crying)

This is much better.

MAN ON TV:

...city streets.

The bus is on Western,

heading in a southbound

direction.

Now, when the bus

did exit here,

it had a couple of close

calls with a few cars

-on the Century Freeway.

-Yeah, yeah! All right! Oh.

MAN ON TV: We don't know

what authorities are planning

to do, but we can--

(officers chattering)

-WOMAN: I don't get it.

-(sighs)

The watch is a shitty timer.

Why use it? What's he sayin'?

-Lots of people

have watches, Harry.

-This guy has no MO.

A bomber falls in love

with one kind of bomb,

and they're very monogamous.

This guy uses C-4, dynamite,

different trigger every time,

and now he throws in

this watch.

He's an encyclopedia of bombs.

He knows every kind.

Yeah, and everything we do

to dismantle it.

Wait a minute.

I want to look at the files

for the last ten years.

We did the mug shots already.

That's not gonna help.

No. I wanna look at cops.

Come on. Let's go.

-(cell phone rings)

-Yeah. Mac, where have you been?

I had to bail on the freeway.

We're in the city.

I can see you.

Just keep going straight.

I'm gonna try

to clear the roads for you.

Just stay on line.

Shit! Oh, Jesus!

God! No!

-Go left!

-(screaming)

-ANNIE: Sorry.

-Oh, my God!

-(tires screeching)

-(horns honking)

Oh, geez!

People, stay out of my way!

Stay out of my way!

-Ma'am, up to the right.

-Okay, okay, okay. I see it,

I see it, I see it!

(screaming continues)

-Mac. Mac, you gotta

get me out of here!

-Oh, God!

(indistinct chatter)

A few more blocks, you're gonna

come up to a soft turn, right.

Then hold straight.

I've got some units

waiting for you there.

They're gonna lead you

to the 105 Freeway.

It's not in use.

It'll be empty.

You'll be totally clear.

JACK: Got it.

In a few blocks, we take

a soft turn to the right.

-I'll find you.

-Okay.

Okay. Wait a minute.

Escort to where?

-Where do we get an escort to?

-Watch out!

-Where? Where?

-(screaming)

Oh, God!

(screaming)

WOMAN: Goddamn it!

Son of a bitch!

Oh, Jesus! Oh, no!

(crying)

My God! My God!

I just hit the baby!

-Cans! Cans!

-I just hit the baby!

Oh, my God!

-There was no baby.

It was full of cans.

-Are you sure?

-Yes. Yes.

-Oh, my God!

Okay, let's go.

Oh, geez!

No! No! Don't!

-Get back!

-(tires screeching)

Why aren't they in school?

Why aren't you in school?

-Mac, we're boned.

-I'll get you out, Jack.

All right, listen. We got

an entrance coming up, Jack.

It's gonna be

a real ugly turn, though.

-How ugly?

-What's ugly?

Okay, we got

a hard right comin' up

at the construction site.

This should be it.

-That is a dead end.

-There's a turn.

-I can't make that turn. No.

-You can make it.

Keep left.

You can make it wide.

Oh, God, we're gonna tip over.

We're gonna tip over.

You're right.

We're gonna tip over.

Everyone on this side

of the bus now!

On this side of the bus,

as far as you can, please!

-(chattering, shouting)

-Hold on!

Over here, over here!

As far as you can, now!

Mac, you'd better

clear this site out.

-Everybody hold on!

-This side of the bus!

Hold on!

Hold on! Oh, God!

Here we go! Here we go!

Here we go!

(screaming)

Whoo! Oh, my God!

Oh, God!

-Is everybody all right?

-Yes!

Oh, my God.

Take me to that interchange

at the 105!

(sirens wailing)

Oh, my God!

We might have died.

I can't think.

It's okay.

If you need to, you go

right ahead and vomit.

Hold it right there!

-Mac, I got 'em

patched through!

-Right.

Get rid of that scaffolding

and replace it with webbing.

Okay. Norwood, I want

aerial units up ahead.

No obstructions in the freeway.

We have a window here.

I wanna make sure it stays open.

Right. You, sir.

This gentleman's

gonna drive you--

WOMAN:

Thank goodness for this freeway.

Shoot.

Could you do me a favor

and hold the wheel

for me for a second?

Hold the wheel?

Thank you.

Ma'am, you did very well.

Actually, you were incredible.

I've never seen driving

like that.

-Annie.

-What?

It's my name.

Annie.

-Annie.

-As opposed to "ma'am."

Okay.

So, why is all this

happening?

I mean, what did we do,

bomb the guy's country

or something?

No, it's just a guy

who wants money.

I don't buy that.

It's not a very good

way to make money.

So, um, what

is this guy's deal?

A while back he held

some people for ransom.

It went sour, and now

he's a little pissed at me.

What does that

have to do with us?

Nothing. It's a game.

If he gets the money, he wins.

If the bus blows up,

he wins.

-What if you win?

-Then tomorrow

we'll play another one.

But I'm not available

to drive tomorrow. Busy.

(phones ringing)

MAN: We got no match

for that description.

No one's lost a thumb for

at least the last ten years.

He could be from anywhere.

I can't access all that.

Forget the files.

I want you to start going

through the pension fund.

This guy's drawin' disability.

He may not be LAPD,

but he's livin' here now.

I want pictures!

I've seen this asshole.

(horn honking)

-Hey!

-Hey, Mac!

Let's get these passengers

off the bus!

-We can't do it, sir.

-There's no time

for any stunts, Traven.

-We gotta get these people

out of harm's way.

-I got orders!

We move these people,

he'll see.

Remember--

crazy, not stupid.

All right, look. Harry's tryin'

to find out who this guy is.

-We think maybe he's a cop.

-NORWOOD (over radio):

Lieutenant!

It's him.

He wants to talk to Jack.

-He's on the line for you.

-Okay, give him the number.

Give him the number!

-How's he doing?

-The bleeding is less, but--

-Are they going to help us?

-Sure they are.

They're the police.

Hey, your taxes are payin'

their salary. If we die,

they gotta take a pay cut.

-(coughs)

-I mean, you know--

(cell phone rings)

-Yeah.

-BOMBER: I think we have trust.

But it looks on TV

like you're tryin' to get

those passengers off the bus.

Look, you gotta

let me have one.

-Now, we went over the rules.

-As an act of faith.

We have an injured man here.

The driver's been shot.

Jack, now tell me that

you haven't been shooting

the passengers.

I thought it was customary

for a police officer

to, you know,

shoot the bad guys, huh?

-This man has no time.

-No one gets off!

It'll grease the wheels

with the money men if you

show a little charity.

There's still gonna be

plenty of us to kill.

Okay, son, you can try

and unload the driver.

You tell that wildcat

behind the wheel not

to slow down, though,

or he won't even get a chance

to bleed to death.

-And Jack? Don't slip.

-(hangs up)

-He's letting us

unload the driver.

-Norwood, get us closer!

-We're gonna get

the bus driver off the bus!

-We're gonna get the driver off.

-Just him?

-For now. Gigantor!

-Ortiz.

-Ortiz. I'm gonna

need your help.

-Okay.

-Okay, I need you

to pass him to me.

You have to keep him straight,

or I think the wound will tear.

-What about the rest of us?

What about the rest of us?

-Hey, hey! Lady!

-Come on, Sam. I got you.

-I can't stay! I can't--

-How you feelin'?

-Like I've been shot.

-ANNIE: Take care, Sam.

-Okay, Annie.

-JACK: Drive straight!

-MAC: Keep it straight!

-Okay, Annie, get as close

as you can, okay?

-All right.

Closer!

A little closer, Annie!

-Annie, a little closer!

-Okay.

-(grunting)

-ANNIE: Okay, how's this?

-Sorry! Sorry.

-Okay, Annie, no problem.

Let's try it one more time.

A little more! Okay! Okay!

Right there! Steady!

Hold it steady!

-You got him?

You got him?

-(grunting)

Hold him! I got him!

We're clear!

-All right! Oh.

-I'm all right. Thanks.

-(passengers cheering)

-Oh, my God.

Yes! Oh!

(shouting indistinctly)

(whimpers)

JACK: It's gonna be okay.

Whew!

MAN:

Come on! Come on, lady,

give me your hand!

-I have to, Annie.

-No, Helen! No, Helen, no!

-Come on! Right there!

Over there!

-Helen, no! No!

MAN ON TV: Here

at the 105 Freeway,

where the police

have successfully led...

-the runaway bus--

-(beeping)

No, Helen!

(screaming)

Goddamn it, Mac!

We gotta get those fuckin'

choppers out of here!

...was driving the bus.

Well, I couldn't

tell how old--

An explosion.

Some kind of an explosion.

The bus hasn't exploded, but--

Oh, my God.

A woman caught

in the blast fell.

She was pulled under the

wheels. This is terrible.

Interactive TV, Jack.

Wave of the future!

(chuckles) Huh?

I can't be here.

I can't, you know.

This is the wrong bus.

I mean, for me to--

I can't die here.

Hey, shut up, man.

-I got a wife.

-Oh, you do?

Hey! So if you

have a wife...

and I don't, does that

mean I'm expendable?

Hey, what are you

talkin' about, man?

The guy's just talkin' crazy.

It gets on my nerves.

-Gets on everybody's nerves.

-Oh, yeah?

-I think I have the right

to be a little bit upset...

-What are you staring at anyway?

...after all that we've--

Why don't you just let everybody

die in peace, if that's what's

gonna happen, huh?

-TERRY: So you're

a tough guy, huh?

-I got a right to be upset.

You're really tough,

huh, Gigantor? Why don't

we just step outside?

Hey!

-How are you doing?

You all right?

-Mm-mm.

What can I do?

When that bomb went off--

I know.

I thought that was it.

I thought that was

the bomb and I was dead.

And then when I saw

her body fall under

the bus, it was like--

-You were glad you

were still alive.

-Mm-hm.

-I'm so sorry.

-Don't be.

You should be glad.

We all are.

-It doesn't mean you don't care.

-I know, but she was so scared.

She was scared.

She was a nice lady who

didn't deserve to get killed.

But, Annie, if she'd gotten off,

it would've killed us all.

He's the asshole, Annie,

the guy who put us here.

Remember that, okay?

Big asshole.

Okay.

Are you sure?

Well, how far?

Sir, uh, we have

a serious problem.

-What?

-This freeway isn't finished.

-What are you talking about?

-The aerial unit caught it

about three miles ahead.

There's a section missing.

Section missing?

But it's on the map.

It's finished

on the goddamn map!

I guess they fell behind.

Fuck. You're fired!

Everybody's fuckin' fired!

Get me closer!

Hey, get closer.

Watch him in the mirror.

Jack!

-How big is the section?

-Fifty feet. At least.

There's a gap in the road

up ahead. It's big.

You're kidding.

How big?

-Fifty feet. Jack.

-What?

We gotta get these people

off the bus somehow.

-You know I can't.

-(helicopter flying by)

ANNIE: What did--

What did he say? Jack?

Jack, what'd he say?

What's the matter?

-There's a gap in the freeway.

-What?

(passengers gasping)

-What do you mean?

-How big is a gap?

Fifty feet.

A couple of miles ahead.

-This is crazy.

-Right along up there?

-What is this?

-Geez.

Jack! Jack!

What if I shift

into neutral and just keep

the engine revving?

-No, he'd have thought of that.

-Then what then? What? What?

-What? Jack!

-Floor it.

-What?

-Floor it!

It's an interchange.

There might be an incline.

Floor it!

Fine.

Everybody, hold onto your seats

or whatever you can.

When we hit the gap,

heads down.

That's it? That's it?

That's all we can do.

Let's put these underneath

your seat, all right?

Put your bags

underneath the seat.

Hey, I didn't mean

to shoot the guy.

Hold on.

Is this really gonna work?

ANNIE:

Jack!

Yeah.

Jack.

-Come on, come on,

come on, come on.

-Oh, God.

-Come on, come on.

-God.

-Come on!

-Oh, God.

Oh, shit.

-Everybody, hold on!

-(whimpering)

I wanna see our baby.

Oh, God. Jack.

ANNIE:

Shit!

(passengers gasping,

screaming)

ANNIE: Okay. Okay.

Yes!

-We are way out of control!

-We made it!

-You okay? You okay?

-Yeah. I'm okay. I'm okay.

All right! All right!

Let's go!

-Is everybody okay?

-Yes! Yes!

(laughing)

-We made it!

-We made it.

You are the man.

You are the man!

-Thank you.

Thank you very much.

-Goddamn! Yes!

-Oh, shit.

-I think you missed

your calling.

Yeah? What was it?

Watch the road.

You should've been a pilot.

Ow. (groans)

-Jesus.

-Get off!

-What?

-Get off this.

Now, now! Get off this!

In there.

-Where, right here?

Right here?

-Yeah. Yeah.

(passengers screaming)

Hey. Hey, hey,

stop! Stop!

-He's just entered the airport.

-MAC: All right!

-There's thousands

of people there.

-That's my boy, Jack.

He should be able

to circle the runways

and buy us some time.

The choppers can't fly in there.

It's restricted airspace.

He's headed for

the end of the field.

That must be Bravo Tango,

an emergency runway.

Yeah, let's hope it's built.

Let's move!

We're at the airport.

Yeah. So?

I already seen

the airport.

(sirens wailing)

(cell phone ringing)

Yeah?

Very, very exciting, Jack.

Some close calls, huh?

-But you've done

all right for yourself.

-What do you want?

I want money, Jack.

I wish, uh, that I had

some loftier purpose,

but, um, I'm afraid in the end

it's just the money, Jack.

I would like, uh,

large, uh,

nonsequential bills...

in two clear plastic

bags, unmarked.

-Can you remember all that?

-What are you telling me for?

Because I want you

to help me to get it

before it gets too late.

I hate negotiators, Jack.

They talk to you like

they're your best friend,

and they don't even know ya.

Why are they messing

with me, huh?

Do they think I'm

doin' this for fun?

-Aren't you?

-Oh, that's unfair, Jack.

You don't know how

I feel about this.

You don't even know me.

I know you want a shitload

of money you didn't earn.

Oh, I earned it.

I spent my life earning it.

I got a medal, too, Jack.

A medal and a pink slip

and a "sorry about your hand."

-You have to let me off.

-Oh, no! That's not good.

You want me to help you?

I need to talk to these

people face-to-face.

They think you're bullshit.

They don't think that.

Look, you want the money,

I don't want anyone else to die.

Let me get on the ground.

Just me.

That's not against the rules.

-All right. I want

you back real fast.

-Fine.

Jack, nothing tricky now.

You know that I'm

on top of you.

Do not attempt

to grow a brain.

MAN ON TV: It could encourage

other terrorists to try--

So I guess

there's a plan now?

Could be.

-Yeah?

-He's letting me off.

-What?

-Just keep circling.

You'll be fine.

Everybody, sit tight.

I'm getting off for a minute.

-Do you think

that's a good idea?

-It'll be okay.

-What, are you just

gonna leave us here?

-I would.

Don't worry.

I won't go far.

Hey. Don't forget

about us.

-The choppers are gone, Jack.

Let's dump the passengers now.

-No way. He's ready for that.

-How is that possible?

-I don't know how, Mac.

I just know he is.

He's been a step ahead every

time. If we unload, he'll

take them out, I guarantee.

-So where does that put us?

-I have to try and dismantle

that bomb.

That's an incredible ride--

the 10 Freeway,

leaving Los Angeles

to the 105 Freeway,

this Santa Monica bus has

ended up here at Los Angeles

International Airport,

circling the runway.

I'm tellin' ya, honey,

he's somewhere jerkin' off.

He didn't have to

get on the bus

in the first place, Ortiz.

Hey, get your ass

behind the yellow line.

What is that?

ANNIE:

I have no idea.

We won't be able to hold

this thing steady for very long.

I just need a few minutes.

If I can't do it by then,

I can't do it at all.

-Harry, you with me?

-HARRY (over radio):

Yeah. You be careful, Jack.

What is he doing?

Oh, my God, he is insane.

Okay, Jack, this is it.

Don't get dead.

-This is not

a very good plan.

-Have faith, sister.

Oh, Christ.

Just keep it steady.

Oh, thank you

for the tip, Ortiz.

-This guy is nuts!

-Gosh darn.

Okay, we're gonna have to

try to bypass the remote

current with the battery.

Can you find the trip

wire for the remote?

I don't know. I got

a few choices here.

-Black and red?

-And green.

Okay. All right. I'm gonna

guess he's not gonna go with

standard copper for the remote.

That'd be too weak.

I'd use a fiber alloy.

Uh, Jack, I'm gonna need

you to look at the wire.

-Harry, it's covered.

-Yeah, I know.

You're gonna have

to cut off the sheath.

But don't cut the wire.

Right.

Fuck me!

JACK: Shit!

-Bull's-eye!

-Great. Okay, I want you

to clip on the battery

-and then run it

to the lead wire.

-Copy.

(beeps)

I can't bypass. It'll fire.

Oh, shit!

It's a collapsible circuit.

WOMAN: "Howard Payne,

Atlanta PD bomb squad.

Retired in Sun Valley in 1989

when a small charge left him

with fingers numbering nine."

That's our scumbag!

We got him, Jack.

We found him.

-We can get to his place

inside of 15 minutes.

-Great.

Get out of there and sit tight.

We're gonna go after the source.

-Watch your back.

-Wait, wait, wait for me!

Mac, get me out of here.

Somebody go to the back

and check and see if he

came out the back! Go!

-ANNIE: Can you see him?

-He's not behind us!

-What?

-He's not back here!

Oh, my God! Go look!

Lay down and look under the bus

and see if you can

see him down there.

-Can you see him?

-No!

You don't see him, like,

back by the tires?

-I can't see him!

-Are you sure?

I can't see him!

-Oh, I hit him!

-Shit! What the hell was that?

-Oh, my God!

Do you see him?

-Did we hit him?

Look out the side of the window

and see the other side!

-My tools!

-Will somebody

get him his tools?

Please help him! Hurry!

God, we're dragging him.

Do you see him?

Where is he? Is he there?

-ANNIE: Do you see him?

-Jack!

Jack!

-I see him!

-What?

-I see him!

-You do? Is he okay?

-He's all right! He's all right!

-Yeah! Whoo!

Hold my legs! Hold my legs!

Somebody, hold my legs!

Hold his legs!

Hold his legs!

Come on!

Come on! I got ya!

(groaning)

-Is he hurt? Is he okay?

-Pull! Pull!

Come on! Come on!

We got him now!

Come on, pull!

Jesus, I can't believe it.

-You are a complete jerk!

You know that?

-WOMAN: Oh, thank God!

-Did ya have any luck

with the bomb?

-Yeah. It didn't go off.

-JACK: Ortiz, thanks.

-How many lives you got, man?

ORTIZ:

You're not too bright, man,

but you got some big,

round, hairy cojones.

That's...

very gross, Ortiz.

Can't even pay him

a compliment.

-How you doin'?

-You scared the shit

out of me, Jack! Ow.

Other than that,

I'm fine.

What is that smell?

-It's gas.

-We're leaking gas?

We are now.

What, you thought you needed

another challenge or something?

-Mac.

-Mac here. Go ahead.

Can you get a fuel

truck to pace us here?

We're losing gas.

-I'll see what I can find.

How much time?

-I don't know. Ten minutes.

-It doesn't look good.

-Got ya.

-Norwood, get a fuel car

out here on the double.

-Right.

Is that gonna work?

I don't know.

Come on, Harry.

Save my life.

(beeping)

(phone rings)

Harry, tell me good news, man.

Oh, I'm sorry, Jack.

He didn't make it.

You fuck!

It was the watch that

led him to me, wasn't it?

Huh? It seemed a little hammy

to me to build the bomb

out of my precious

retirement gift.

But, you know, I figured

a sign that said Howard Payne

would be pushing it.

I'm gonna rip your fuckin'

spine out, I swear to God.

You're gonna do exactly

as you're told.

Jack, we both know

that he was the brains

of your particular operation.

You can't beat me.

You're gonna pay me

every dollar.

Otherwise, you, the wildcat

and every innocent person

on that bus

are gonna end up

just like your friend.

Are you paying attention?

Jack, are you listening to me?

-Jack? Jack!

-Yeah.

Good. Now, you tell them

that the drop point

is Pershing Square.

There's a garbage can

on the northeast corner.

You drop the bags and leave.

I don't show until all

your people are gone.

It's gettin' on

to 11:00 a.m., Jack,

and I think it's gonna

be a very pretty day.

(hangs up phone)

-Jack!

-Damn it!

-(screaming)

-Jack. Come on, Jack.

Don't give up on me,

Jack. Come on, please.

Jack, stop it!

Jack, come on! Stop it,

okay? Don't give up on me

right now, all right?

-(seething)

-Hey, we're really scared,

and we need you right now.

I can't do this by myself.

Please? Jack, please.

Okay? Please.

All right?

-We're gonna die.

-No, we're not.

We got this far, okay?

I'll be damned.

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.

He can see me--

Just keep looking

straight ahead.

He called you a wildcat before.

I didn't even pick up on it.

The bastard's got a camera

right in your face,

he can see the whole bus.

He's been playing me

from minute one.

Yeah, well, he--

he can see me,

but can he hear me?

It doesn't look like it.

He's just watching you.

MAN ON TV: This is a special

news bulletin. We are following

the progress

of what is turning out to be

a harrowing and amazing story

as 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.

(laughing)

"The whim of a madman."

I like that.

JACK: 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. Okay?

It's Jack.

Yeah, I know about Harry.

Is that news van

still around?

-Get those cameras

to stop taping.

-Right.

-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.

NORWOOD:

We're gonna have to take you

off the air temporarily.

-Yeah, sure.

-Please, sir, stop taping.

Come on. Come on.

Hurry up. 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.

-Yeah. Jack, five minutes.

-Not enough time. Run

the tape. We have to unload.

-I--

-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, okay?

-All right, run it. Run it!

-All right. Tape's rolling.

WOMAN ON TV: We still

have no live picture,

but reports are

-that the bus continues

to circle inside LAX...

-(toilet flushes)

...and that 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 'em off.

Just step and walk.

Okay, you, you and you.

MAN ON TV: Police have just

issued a general statement,

which really doesn't

tell us much more than

all the previous statements.

Grab my wrist.

That's it. Good.

Come on.

Look straight ahead.

Watch your head, ma'am.

Come on.

It's okay.

-That's good. That's good.

-Grab my wrist and come across.

-Put your hand out.

Take his hand.

-Don't look down.

Good. That's it.

Come on. That's it.

You got it.

Come on. Come on.

Let's go.

-Come on, buddy! I got ya.

-Give me your hand.

MAC: Give me your hand.

The hand. Come on.

-ORTIZ:

Hold on now. I got ya.

-MAC: Just grab my hand.

-Come on.

-Don't look down.

-Shit.

-Hold on! Hold on!

Jack!

Grab my hand! My hand!

Grab my hand!

All right. All right!

Jack! Jack, I can't

hold this anymore.

Annie. Hold on!

Jesus, Jack! No, no.

-No.

-(straining)

Hold it. Jack.

Oh, God.

Wedge down the gas pedal.

Okay.

Okay, I got it.

-You got it?

-Yeah, I got it.

I got it. Okay.

-Okay, Annie, get on.

-God, I can't do this.

Jack, I can't do this.

-Let's go, let's go!

-Shit. Shit.

-Jack.

-Shit!

-Hold on!

-Okay. Okay.

(beeping)

(sirens wailing)

Shit!

Are you all right?

No.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's over.

It's over, Annie.

You did it. You did it.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, I hate the airport.

Yeah.

You're not gonna get

mushy on me, are ya?

-Maybe. I might.

-(chuckles)

Hope not, 'cause, you know,

relationships that start

under intense circumstances,

they never last.

-Oh, yeah?

-Yeah. I've done extensive

studying on this.

Here comes the cavalry.

How you doin'?

We're okay. We're okay.

Well, 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're you doing?

-Okay.

-This should

take care of it.

-Ow!

-Watch it.

-I'm sorry.

We're gonna 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 bitch.

I can tell him what to do

with his goddamn money.

He doesn't know

it blew up.

Thirty minutes.

I'll be right back.

-All right, here's

our target. Fox?

-Yes, sir.

I want you in four-one,

you in one-two, and you're

in three. Let's move it.

-Norwood, are you sure the paint

bomb is in with the money?

-It's done, sir.

(chuckles)

Too bad, Jack.

You could've made a good cop.

Okay.

WOMAN ON TV:

We still have no live picture,

but reports are

that the bus continues

to circle inside LAX.

MAN ON TV: Potentially

a disastrous situation,

and it's been defused

to some extent.

However, there are still

a number of--

No! No!

Miss. You can't

be this close.

You need to move back.

Oh, no.

Jack Traven said that--

Jack Traven, yes, he

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

and a bird dog in the bag.

I'd say he's covered.

-Turn it on.

-What for? It hasn't moved.

Just do it!

(beeping)

-Shit, it's moving.

He's got the money.

-Jack!

(horn honks)

Shit!

Freeze!

Pop quiz, asshole.

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, huh?

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!

-Hey, hey!

Stay right there!

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 fuckin' 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.

(people screaming)

All right!

Get in there.

Go on.

-Get in.

You get back in there!

-(machine gun firing)

You get this train

movin'! Go on!

-Are these seats taken?

-No. No.

WOMAN (over loudspeaker):

All aboard. Doors

will be closing.

Come on! Back over here!

Hands around the pole.

All aboard.

Doors will be closing.

(grunting)

(people screaming)

Damn.

Come on, come on,

come on!

(grunting)

MAN (over radio):

Please report, westbound 501.

What is your position?

Westbound 501,

please check in.

-You see? You're beginning

to see how it works, huh?

-Westbound 501.

You have police orders

to return to the station,

westbound 501. 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? Counting on you.

-Do you copy?

Hey! I'll take it

from here.

-(Annie screams)

-No!

No! No! No! No.

-Ho! Uh-oh! Wait, wait.

-No. 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 mite early.

(panting)

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, okay?

You beat Jack.

You beat everybody.

Just throw me off the train.

I don't care. Okay?

This stick, huh,

works on a remote.

-When you explode...

-Yeah.

...that's where they'll come,

but that's not where I'll be.

I have a different plan.

Mess like that, they don't

even count body parts.

Gives me more time.

It's not gonna hurt, Annie.

-(thumping)

-Hey, Jack! Is that you?

He is so persistent.

He always gets his man.

Wouldn't be able to interest

you in a bribe, would I?

I've got, uh,

plenty to go around!

(groans)

My money!

You bastard!

How does that feel?

You like that, huh?

You like it, you bastard?

My money!

Shit. You!

I'm comin' for you, Jack!

(screaming)

(muttering indistinctly)

Hey, I'll drop this stick, boy.

You want that?

Huh? I'll get you.

I'm gonna get you.

Oh, yes! Yahoo!

You--

Yes!

What do you do, Jack, huh?

What do you do?

You're so smart. Right, Jack?

You piece of shit.

I'm the guy with the plan

'cause I'm smarter than you.

I'm smarter than you.

You-- You--

Yeah?

(panting)

Well, I'm taller.

Jack? Jack!

Oh, God, I thought

you were dead. Jack.

-Turn around.

-Where's Payne?

He lost his head.

Oh, God.

Let's take this off,

shall we?

Yes, let's take this off.

-Take it off.

-MAN ON RADIO:

Hello? Hello?

-(static crackling)

-MAC: Come in. Copy.

Jack, this is Mac.

Do you hear me?

Jack, if you're there,

you got to stop the train.

-The track isn't finished.

I repeat, the track--

-Mac, I copy.

Mac.

-Do you copy?

-Mac.

-If someone can hear me...

-Mac, can you hear me?

...try the emergency brake.

Jack, do you copy?

Jack, can you--

Nothing works! Annie,

you won't believe this.

-Jack, this track ends--

-What?

-We have to jump.

-You can't stop it?

Well, um-- Okay, well, undo me

and I'd love to go with you.

Come on. Please.

-I don't have the key.

-What?

I don't have the key.

(panting)

Shit!

(grunting)

Ow!

(screaming)

You gotta get off the--

You gotta get off the train.

Jack, please!

This track dead-ends, Jack.

You gotta get off this train.

This is crazy.

There's a curve ahead.

I'm gonna speed it up,

make it jump the track.

This is really stupid.

Jack. Jack, please.

You can still jump.

Jack, please. Please!

Jack.

(train accelerating)

(men chattering)

-(train rumbling)

-Holy shit!

(men shouting)

I can't believe he hit my van.

No, it's all right.

Unreal.

You didn't leave me.

I can't believe it.

You didn't leave me.

Didn't have anywhere

to be just then.

Check it out.

I have to warn you,

I've heard relationships

based on intense experiences

never work.

Okay.

We'll have to base it

on sex then.

-Whatever you say, ma'am.

-(giggles)

WOMAN: That's so romantic.

(♪ Billy Idol: "Speed")

♪ Stemming from a nightmare ♪

♪ In the middle of the road ♪

♪ Hell's no place

for sleeping ♪

♪ In a world

beyond control ♪

♪ Caught up

in the headlights ♪

♪ Coming after you ♪

♪ When I woke up

this morning ♪

♪ I had to do

what I gotta do ♪

♪ Blast me to heaven ♪

♪ For loving you ♪

♪ Blast me to heaven ♪

♪ For loving you ♪

♪ Speed

Give me what I need ♪

♪ Yeah

White lightning ♪

♪ Yeah, speed, more speed

Now feel us all bleed ♪

♪ Speed

Oh, let it bleed ♪

♪ Yeah

Greased lightning ♪

♪ That's speed, more speed

No, please, don't bleed ♪

♪ I seen a train

full of pain ♪

♪ On the edge of overload ♪

♪ You're dead, baby ♪

♪ You are gonna implode ♪

♪ I'm calm with

crazy feelings ♪

♪ That I can't explain ♪

♪ I got to save you, baby ♪

♪ Or I'll die in vain ♪

♪ Blast me to heaven ♪

♪ For loving you ♪

♪ I said blast me

to heaven ♪

♪ Just for loving you ♪

♪ I said speed

Give me what I need ♪

♪ Yeah

White lightning ♪

♪ A lot of speed, more speed

Feel us all bleed ♪

♪ Speed

Oh, let it bleed ♪

♪ Yeah

Greased lightning ♪

♪ A little speed, more speed

Gonna feel us all bleed ♪

♪ Blast me to heaven ♪

♪ For loving you ♪

♪ I said blast me

to heaven ♪

♪ For loving you ♪

♪ Oh, yeah

Now I'm rushing on and on ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I'm gonna have me

some fun ♪

♪ Oh, speed ♪

♪ Give me what I need ♪

♪ Oh, set me free ♪

♪ Let's meet on wheels

Gonna feel so mean ♪

♪ Said speed

Give me what I need ♪

♪ Yeah

White lightning ♪

♪ Yeah, speed, more speed

Gonna feel us all bleed ♪

♪ I said, speed

Oh, let it bleed ♪

♪ Yeah

Greased lightning ♪

♪ I wanna speed on speed

Gonna feel the wheel ♪

♪ Speed

Oh, let it bleed ♪

♪ Yeah

White lightning ♪

♪ A lot of speed, more speed

Gonna feel us all bleed ♪

♪ Come on ♪

♪ Yeah, I said speed ♪

♪ Speed

Give me what I need ♪

♪ I said speed

Speed ♪

♪ Give me what I need ♪

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