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Dr. Hunter.

Dr. Hunter, this is the place you seek.

No life.

Nothing here since 1908, just total devastation.

[buzzing]

I'm picking up heavy radiation,

like an atomic blast site.

But it's without all themissing nuclear fallout, Nadia.

Vargas, we'll set up camp here later.

Let's begin our dig immediately.

Where?

Right there.

We'll find it there.

Miss Hunter, your fatheris like a happy child

amidst all these ghosts.

The child is father to the woman.

Come on, come on, let's go.

Come on.

I'm getting a strong reading.

Uh-huh.

This way.

Wait a minute.

Down here.

Marcus, hold this.

[non-english speech]

Geiger's going crazy.

Look at that.

The needle hit top right here.

This is it.

This is it.

Look, we found something.

NADIA: It's true.

It actually exists.

Look, Tesla's death ray.

It's so powerful they say itcan vaporize entire countries

in the blink of an eye.

They call it Tesla'sfolly until he tested it.

How does it work?

DR. HUNTER: Electrical impulses from the brain.

He found he couldcontrol it with his mind.

The mechanics of the device responded

to his thought patterns.

[scoffs]

This is fantasy.

An antique toy.

The 13th day of June in theyear of our Lord, 1908, Tesla

journeyed to the most remotespot of the Siberian tundra,

planning to test his invention.

Hundreds of miles fromany form of civilization,

he unleashed its power.

TESLA: Thoughts of energy, channeling

that energy triggers a coil inside the device,

but no loss of life.

Just a permanent scar on the earth

cut and burned in the snap of a finger.

[explosion]

Remarkable lights from the heavens,

the sky itself seemed to undulate.

The explosion was heard for nearly 1,000 miles.

500,000 acres of pine forest destroyed.

No explanation.

No reports of comets, meteors, nothing.

Just total devastation.

Tesla was horrified, so he buried it.

Away from the world that was just too young

and bloodthirsty to possess it.

And he never spoke of it again.

Do you actually think it works?

He does.

You thought it was a toy.

I don't have to believe in it to kill for it.

Hand me the ray.

Give it to me!

What are you doing?

[gunshots]

No!

[screaming]

Dad, are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

So how do you control it?

Well, his notes that survivedsay that with intensity

of thought and concentration,you can control

with direction and severity.

So anyone can use it? That's why he buried it.

Dad, let's do the same.

Vargas just didn't come after this arbitrarily.

He was under orders.

He knew what we were looking for.

If we just bury it, somebody else

will come back and dig it up.

Then let's destroy it.

Our cover was blown theminute we got there, George,

now who else knows about this?

I contacted the CIA Isoon as I heard from Nadia.

What's the flight?

Charter jet style to Alberta.

Alberta?

Why do we want to go to Alberta, Peter?

Well, I thought the idea was to get you

and your cargo off the continent?

The CIA is meeting us in Edmonton

and they'll escort us acrossthe border to NORAD in Wyoming.

Sorry about the plane.

It's best I could do on such short notice.

I never expected you to find the ray.

Well, I am the greatest, George.

Never forget that.

Now tell me, how safe is this damn plane?

You worry too much, my friend.

This is last minute charter flight

with a handful of tourists and, uh,

C-grade American celebrities.

Celebrities with a C?

Who?

All right, we start with Barbara Esmond,

Bravo writer, professional drunk.

Jessica Martin, professional bitch.

Hosts a TV show, "JessicaMartin's Wildlife Adventures."

The kiss-ass is her producer, Randy Lewis.

Moving right along, Claudinede Laar, supermodel.

Lives on champagne and pills.

Don Spengler is her manager.

Personally, I think she's a little too thin.

Well, it's a matter of national perspective.

Touche, mon ami.

At the table, Stuart Elliott.

The guy blowing his nose?

He has the contract to upgrade our country's

computer software.

The white-haired man, BobYates, is his chief programmer.

The girl is his daughter.

She got to see our Russianmafia quite accidentally.

Machine gun her mother to death.

Her name is Wendy.

God, dug that deep?

You can buy anything in this country.

Well, I'm just trying to do my job for you.

MAN ON LOUDSPEAKER: [speaking in russian]

OK that's us, let's go.

Hold that plane!

Look, we're athletes.

And as you can see, we're fully sponsored.

Well, I see they have their papers in order.

Go in.

[music playing]

FLIGHT CONTROL: Jet Star 918, this

is [speaking russian] tower.

After boarding, you are clearto taxi to runway six, over.

This is Captain Ed Lorenzo,on our way very soon.

For the record, MauriceHunter is a loyal subject.

A member of our Alumni Program.

Gray assets, retired agent thathelp us out from time to time.

You remember him, Alan. - Yeah.

Berlin '72 or '73.

We were stealing Russian missile technology.

Gung-ho cowboy type,liked to read spy novels.

Real amateur.

Amateurs get people like us killed.

Agent Ross, you know HerbCarver, he'll be field control.

This is Jackie Underwood,she's with research.

Our resident expert on agency history.

She's got deep background on Hunter.

I like to read spy novels, too.

Jackie, this is agent JasonRoss, our top man in the field.

I've read your file, very colorful.

My parents are very proud.

And this is Alan Douglas.

Alan's been with the agencysince Bay of Pigs, '61.

I think he knows who killed JFK.

If I tell you, I have to kill you.

[laughs]

Jackie, you have the floor.

Dr. Hunter is a rocket scientist.

He modernized SEC's ICBMprogram back in the late 60s.

That's when we first heard of him.

The agency grabbed him whenwe needed a scientist who

could, in his words,"hotwire a Russian warhead

and fire a gun."

He retired in 1982.

Now he travels the world,writing about antique weapons.

What's he writing about now?

Something called a Tesla Ray.

All the details are in your file.

He's flying it in on a last-minute charter

out of Siberia to Canada.

It should land late thismorning in Edmonton, Alberta.

I want you to take an AirForce transport into Edmonton,

and wait.

When Hunter lands, you courierhim, his entourage, and

his little toy back to NORAD.

All this because some cowboydug up an antique in Siberia?

Hunter has opened Pandora'sBox, and he can't close it.

All he can do is get it to us before somebody

else kills him for it.

Did Hunter say anythingabout the size or weight?

It's small enough to carry in a travel bag,

and heavy enough to end the world.

[dramatic music playing]

Jesus Christ, Claudine.

What the fuck are you doing with these pills?

You're pissing your life away.

Don's so upset because Iwon't sleep with him anymore.

I don't give a shit who you sleep with,

but I cannot sell pictures ofyou on a slab in the morgue.

Live fast, die young,and leave a pretty corpse.

[sighs]

Does this mean the Mile HighClub is out of the question?

[laughs]

Maurice, I've been doingsome number crunching.

As this is the singlemost important scientific

find of the century,maybe we should be trying

to negotiate a cable TV deal.

I'm figuring major money.

Cable?

You see me hosting a cable show, Nadia?

Modern day Hemingway, circling the globe.

Dad, why don't you save the PR until we

get this thing into safe hands?

Once you turn that Ray over to the feds,

the world loses it forever.

Well that may not be such a bad thing.

I'm hungry, you all want anything?

Good work.

I know you.

I think I would have remembered.

Yeah, you're better looking now that--

Oh, god.

Does that sound as bad as I thought it did?

I'm sorry.

Well I admit, I'm not sure how to take that.

Did I have a face like ahorse all those years ago?

When you say you knew me?

Well no, I don't really know you.

I've admired you from afar.

I'm Maurice Hunter.

Nice to meet you.

Very nice to meet you.

Excuse me, assessment.

Well, what's wrong?Peanuts give you indigestion?

There's another plane up there.

Big one, around 10 o'clock.

Is it close?

Very close.

[suspenseful music playing]

Oh my god.

You have anything to fend off attacks,

rape, anything like that?

Why dad?

Feeling a little threatened?

Someone hitting on you?

Whatever you've got, give it to me.

Ladies and gentlemen,please fasten your seatbelts.

We're expecting some turbulance.

Now these guys are loaded, so please

don't force us to use them.

All right?

[music intesifies]

How we doing?

We're almost in possession.

Here's the rest of your money.

Yeah.

Well just put it over there,and stay out of my way.

Would you?

You know, with that attitude,I might just kill you.

I hate ingratitude.

Asshole.

Talk to me.

Thank you, Anchorage.

We will standby.

Leer 918 just lost 10,000 feet.

They're sharing air space with a DC9.

That's against FAA regulations.

Who do we tell?

All right.

US Air Force just landeda big transport plane down

on runway three, and I think they're

here to meet the Jet Star.

Start with them.

Sounds right.

All right, you know what to do.

Bitch, don't even try that shit!

One last, great big adventure, eh Dad?

This time, you're taking a bunch of us

with you, right over that cliff.

Boys, you know what to do.

Won't be long now.

[music intensifies]

All right, the tether's coming down,

get ready to look hook it up.

- It's done. - Good.

Who are you?

This particular week, I'm Julian Beck.

I make a fine livingbrokering international arms.

We're here to acquire our latest product.

After that, we'll leave you to your flight.

But not before our friends up there

sent down a little present.

We take something, we leave something.

That's only fair.

We're innocent bystanders.

Why don't you try and placethe blame where it belongs?

Doctor Hunter here's the one put you in jeopardy.

The case, Doctor Hunter.

We're moving into a storm front.

Set the timer on the bomb for 15 minutes,

that'll give us just enoughtime to make the transfer.

You got it.

How long have you known?

I just found it.

The internet has been very helpful.

All those conspiracy theories,and weapons freaks on the web.

The message board has been full of speculation

about the Tesla Ray ever sinceyour first trip to Moscow.

Now give me that case, come on.

The case, Dr. Hunter.

[grunts]

Stay down!

Mayday.

Mayday.

This is Jet Star 918, Edmonton.

We have lost hydraulics.

I repeat, we have lost hydraulics.

Brad, lose that tether.

They're going to take us down!

[countdown activates]

[collision sounds]

Nadia, collect the weapons.

George come on with me.

Don, drag our friend to the rear of the plane.

How we doing?

We've lost hydraulics.

Barely control descent.

We got maybe 10 minutes left in the air.

Where are we?

Rocky Mountains, near Tumblr Ridge.

The ski resort nearby Grand Prairie.

Can we land close by?

We might be able to crash nearby.

I'll tell the others.

You do that.

Jettison any extra fuel.

Switch at the bottom, second from the left.

All right, listen up enough everybody.

We're going to have to assume crash positions.

Buckle up.

Kiss your ass goodbye.

They dropped off radar.

Do a radar scan, look for heat traces.

Already did, based on the new heading.

Got something right here.

As I recall, a Jet Starglides like a block of concrete.

Trim the feed to both engines.

Left panel, 1 and 2.

Here we go.

Brace yourself!

[grunts] Hold on.

[screaming]

[grunts]

[screaming]

[screaming]

[screaming]

[screaming]

[grunting] Ah-ha.

Shit.

Oh, damn.

Radio's dead.

I'll try and fix it.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You?

Yeah.

What about fire?

You jettisoned the fuel.

We may freeze todeath, but we won't burn.

I'm going back.

All right.

Anything?

I'm reading heat traces, much lower.

[typing quickly]

Oh my god.

[serene music playing]

[all moaning in pain]

Honey, how are you?

I'm OK.

How are you?

I'll be all right.

Now listen, there's aski resort about 10 miles

down the mountain.

You take the case, you go.

You get down there, you call the CIA.

Ask for Rance McCarrie.

You can't send her alone.

Why not?

She's all in one piece.

I don't know about therest of these passengers.

And they got more to fear from what's

inside here than anything else.

Those bastards came for it, they'll come again.

I'll send help.

You just stay alive long enough to get rescued.

Piece of cake.

Nadia.

Whatever you do, don't use the Ray.

Look, but don't touch.

OK.

[suspenseful music playing]

You OK?

[wind howling]

Where are they?

Last heat trace, 275 milesNorth Northeast of Edmonton.

Near Tumblr Ridge.

The weather is getting reallybad up there, I don't know

if my rescue units can fly.

Well humor me.

Ask them.

Let's check the others.

You all right?

Yeah, I just caught myknee when that seat gave in.

Peter, how are you?

I'm all right.

I twisted my leg a little bit, but it's OK.

What about Beck?

Yeah, he's in bad shape.

That's a damn shame.

All I got for Christmas was a broken arm.

Hope it's not the arm you write with.

Oh my, a fan.

Is anybody hurt?

We're all right.

OK, the radio's out.

Judging from the weather, we'rein for a long, cold night.

It's unbelievably cold, it must be 20 below.

It's going to get a lot colder.

We need to start a fire.

No.

It's too dangerous.

We can't risk igniting the insulation.

What are we supposed todo, just freeze to death?

No, we put on our coats.

It's all we can do.

We don't want to burn downthe only shelter we've got.

[collision sounds]

[screaming]

Everybody just relax, it's OK.

[suspenseful music]

The plane is on some ice in the snow,

it's probably just settling in.

I'll go outside and check it out.

You guys get your coats,and just try to stay warm.

Ty, why don't you grabthe coats out of the closet.

OK.

Hope you freeze to death, asshole.

He's gone!

Who's gone?

Beck!

[music intensifies]

[breathing heavily]

Damn it!

Shit.

[clears throat] Bad news?

Bad weather.

No kidding.

[dials phone]

[ringing]

WOMAN ON SPEAKERPHONE:Sir, I've got agent Ross.

Where are they?

Spread out all over the Rockies for all I know.

Listen, we've got seven hours of daylight left.

Let me hire a guy and drive up there.

I can't afford to have you get lost.

If he's alive, Hunter has orders to call us.

I want you to sit your ass in a hotel room

and wait for that call.

Sit, like a statue.

[hangs up call]

What?

No joy.

Wants us to sit tight.

He's putting all his chips onthat amateur treasure hunter.

Just hope the thing doesn'tblow up in our face.

I had a control officerback in the 60's like you.

Paranoid as hell, convinced the Commie's

were going to take him out.

Thought they were hiding under his bed.

What happened to him?

A KGB agent murdered him in his sleep.

[music playing]

[wind howling]

[bear growls in the distance]

[bear panting]

It'll be all right.

What is all that?

Trouble.

My medicine bottles broke in the crash.

My father is a diabetic.

How soon will it get bad?

Not for a while.

I'll let you know.

We're going to be all right, don't worry.

Listen, maybe now would be a good time to figure

out what supplies we do have.

Besides dead terrorists and stale peanuts.

Someone want to help me with this?

[grunts]

Well, drinks are on me.

[laughing] Oh, great!

Maybe Miss Supermodel's got some good drugs.

Let's party!

Why don't you just take it easy?

You take it easy, damn it!Come on.

[laughs]

Where'd that girl go?

Your daughter.

She went for help.

Maurice, why don't wefollow her down the mountain?

Because she can make it, we can't.

Now look at us.

Beck made it.

We don't know that.

I'm calling a cab.

[chuckles] I think we're alittle high for a clear signal.

Some of us can make it.

I mean, I'm in pretty good shape.

I don't mean to burst your bubble, Mr. Hunter.

But search and rescue won'teven leave until tomorrow,

and that's if the weather clears.

Some of us have to leave nowand try to get some help.

I make the decision.

We stay.

No Maurice, no you won't.

These people don't work for you.

They're innocent victims inour little treasure hunt,

I don't think you have theright to give them orders.

There's something out there.

Something big.

What?

I don't know, a bear maybe.

But it's out there.

[music playing]

Oh god, please have a phone.

[knocks aggressively]

Hello?

Hello!

Hello?

Hello?

Is anyone here?

Hello?

WOMAN ON PHONE: Washington Bureau.

Rance McCarrie please.

WOMAN ON PHONE: May I tell him who's calling?

Tell him it's the daughter of a friend.

You look like you could use some of this.

Thank you.

Like my late husband used to say,

you're not drunk if you can lay on the floor

without holding on.

[laughing]

Maurice, we've giventhis some serious thought.

And some of us are going totry to get down the mountain.

Yeah?

What the hell do you expect us to do,

just hang out here eatingpeanuts waiting to get rescued?

Come on, we're theyoungest and the strongest.

We should make it down themountain and send back help.

Nadia is going to send help.

She's probably made it by now.

Beck's on her trail,Nadia may be dead already.

Oh I wouldn't count on that.

Look, Captain Lorenzo has maps.

Jessica here knows all that wilderness crap.

I've seen her show before.

So have I. You're insane.

I practically lived in the Alps

during the first season of my series.

These are foothills Mr. Hunter.

Look, we've got no food, a plane

load of injuries, a very sick man hours

away from a diabetic coma.

We have no radio.

And for all we know, a bear may be

shitting in these very woods.

Somebody has got to go for help,and there's safety in numbers.

Well, why don't you wait until morning?

It's going to be dark in a couple hours.

Your odds get better the sooner we leave.

No they don't.

And neither do yours.

You're in no shape to hike in the mountains.

I'll make it.

We'll all make it.

What about you?

Stuart, Peter?

I guess I'm staying.

I grew up in woods likethis, too easy to get lost.

Well there is then, six of us go.

We'll need guns just in case.

We've get two, you get one.

[bear groaning]

Will they be safe?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

They'll be fine, just like us.

I think I lost Beck.

Hell, I guess he'd be here if I hadn't, right?

Good thing I'm pretty damngood at your spy shit,

taking after my father.

Of course Ms. Hunter, we're all very proud.

Now you just stand by until you hear from me,

we'll have a team in place by morning.

Staying right here, won't move an inch.

This thing is all over the internet.

Speculation about a missingRussian doomsday device.

They talking about the plane crash?

Not yet, otherwise Canada would be

crawling with treasure hunters.

Thank god for small favors.

Rance, I think I'd better go in

to provide a little additional backup,

before this thing gets way out of hand.

Yeah.

Revise the extraction plan, and try to smooth

things over with the Canadians.

I think our agents are going toneed a little immoral support.

On my way.

Get your ass on that internet and start

planting some false rumors.

Anything to keep their noses out of Canada.

Got it.

All right.

Let's take five, I got totake a look at the map.

You think we've lost Nadia's trail?

I think anything's possiblein this wind and snow.

Come on guys, isn't brain surgery.

There's two directions,there's up, there's down.

Personally, I'm voting for down.

Look, it's not that simple.

We got to make sure we take the correct trail.

If we're as much as two degrees off,

we could end up lost in some side canyon,

and then we've got real problems.

We're wasting time.

Let's go!

I am tired, and I'm not moving.

Claudine, get up.

SHH.

Don't shout, we're in an avalanche area.

Look, I don't mean tointerrupt this love fest.

But we've got to keep movingwhile it's still daylight,

and hope to find shelter before dark.

Now pick her up, and let's keep moving.

And stop all this bickering.

Let's go.

Be careful with that piece.

Fly fishing?

I'm sorry?

[giggles] My husband used to stare

out the window like that whenhe was worried about something.

One time I asked him what he was doing.

He said, fly fishing.

He used to imagine he wasstanding in a mountain

stream just casting away.

Sounds like the kind of guy I could

have lifted a few glasses with.

Oh, yeah.

How'd you meet him?

It was right out of a badnovel, on safari in Africa.

I was writing a book, he was a businessman.

And on the very first evening,we were drinking Martinis

watching this gorgeous sunset.

Now mind you, this issunset on the African Belt.

And he looked at me withthis cool, sexy way he had.

And that was it.

I was madly in love.

[laughs] He was this grand,Hemingway-esque type character.

He loved life.

Hemingway was a two-fisted drinker.

Jim was a two-fisted everything.

That's what killed him.

Well, life's too shortto worry about leaving it.

Exactly.

He had a quote in the wall of our den.

"I shall not waste this life to prolong it."

"I shall use it."

It's a great quote, Jack London.

Words to live by.

Well, he lived.

Tell me about your wife.

Well, I lost her.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

None of that, she's very happy.

She married an obscenely wealthy stockbroker,

they live in Manhattan.

She liked nice things.

Yeah.

Well no, I mean, she-- she has her own money.

All she wanted from me was me.

I couldn't give her 100%,I loved my career too much.

Ain't life a bitch.

[bell rings]

Hi.

I don't want a room, I have an emergency.

Could I please use your phone?

Thank you.

[dials]

[ringing]

MAN ON PHONE: Central.

It's Beck.

I'm going to need some back up, quick.

[music playing]

OK.

There's a cave.

We'll stay in there for the night.

Lions and tigers and bears, oh my.

Did you see anything?

No, but I heard something.

Here, still thirsty?

Yeah.

Thank you so much.

You're welcome.

Hey, you're friend backthere, has the first stages

of ketoacidosis.

Intense thirst is the first major symptom.

Is he going to be all right?

I don't know.

If you know any prayers, start saying them.

Watch your head.

All right, we'll camp here.

And where exactly is here?

It's out of the cold, andthat's all I care about.

I'm getting really hungry right now,

I don't suppose you haveany peanuts in that case

you been lugging around.

I wish.

What the hell do you have in there anyway?

Just some technical equipmentfrom the plane I need.

Who the hell does he think he is?

Just a guy who works withmaps and charts every damn day.

I could have found thiscave just as easy as he did.

Yeah, right.

Hey can I talk to you for a second?

Come on.

Be right back.

You seem to be handling this all pretty well.

It's reality, I don't have a choice.

Well maybe reality is a little easier to deal

with when you have those pills.

I'm not taking those pills.

I've stopped.

I'm done.

Picked a hell of a time toface your fears, didn't you?

Fear did not make me do drugs.

I did drugs because I was bored.

Because I tried to tune you out.

I got so tired of hearing you.

How angry you were, and how--

how your life sucks.

And that how my career was ended,

and how yours was in the shitter.

Shit.

My career is in the shitter.

And to top it off, now itlooks like we're probably going

to die on top of this mountain.

No we're not, I'm not.

I'm going to pull throughon this through the end.

I have no choice.

Somehow I don't think it'sgoing to be that simple.

It's the only choice we have.

I had no idea you were so strong.

Either did I.

Claudine, if we--

if we make it out of here somehow,

do you think maybe wecould give it another shot?

You and me?

Maybe.

You know, I never told you this.

But ever since the first time I saw you,

I've always thought about youlike this innocent little child

that I had to protect.

That innocent child's all grown up now.

[music playing]

Cheers, Mr. Tesla.

Shit.

I'm going to see if I can find some wood.

Maybe I can build a fire outside.

And then we can shiver it in shifts.

Be careful.

Oh, don't worry.

I'll stay close to the plane.

Take the gun.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

Guns make me nervous.

Found a flashlight.

You know I love that book youwrote about the rhyme castles.

God, those were the days.

You haven't written in acouple of years, have you?

No.

I used to travel with my husband,

it's no fun without him.

How'd you end up in Moscow?

My publisher wants a come back.

I don't think he's going to get it.

[both chuckle]

[wind howling]

[music intensifies]

You look like you're hurting pretty bad.

No, it's nothing a good bone man can't fix.

Tell me about your husband.

Well, he was a lot like you.

Like me?

A bull charging through a China shop,

expecting the world to follow along

behind cleaning up the mess.

Ouch!

[both chuckle]

But he was a hell of a man, and I miss his ass.

And the rest of him.

Is that why you drink?

I'll tell you what, I'llput the booze away if you tell

me all of your character flaws.

Well, my daughter thinks I'mgoing into my second childhood.

How about that?

No, that's not a flaw.

I didn't think so either.

[both laughing]

[bear growls]

[screaming]

What is it?

Bear, I think.

[screaming in the distance]

Oh, god it's tearing him apart.

You got to do something.

It's too dark, I can't.

I'd miss.

We need every round.

[screaming in the distance]

It'll be back, it could kill us all.

No.

Not tonight, it's feeding.

Tomorrow, we'll go out andget it before it gets us.

[goats bleating]

[helicopter overhead]

Rance said Herb's flying in to meet us.

The Canadians have sent anagent to watch the girl.

Nice of them to help.

Let's just say they'll be thrilled

when she's out of the country.

You know, I never noticedhow rocky it is down there.

Search teams are airborne,but it's too early for a report.

How hard is it to find a crashed jet?

That's it, take us down.

[helicopter whirring] - It's them.

Nice even ride today.

- Yeah, you usually throw up.- I know.

How come not today?

Miracle drugs.

Agent Jason Ross, CIA.

Where's the item?

It's over here.

We sort of come as a package deal.

You'll have to excuse agent Ross here, he has

very few actual social skills.

My name is Alan Douglas,most beautiful women call

me "old and out of "shape."

For good reason.

I hate to interrupt, gentlemen.

I'm agent Whitworth, CBI.

These are Canadian federal credentials,

they'll help speed things along.

Ah, will these allow us to commit

capital crimes in your countrywithout fear of prosecution?

Yes, yes they will.

The object really, is toget you all out of our hair

as quickly as we can.

And alive if possible.

[gunfire]

[screaming]

Get down!

Get down, now!

[gunfire]

Ah!

Is there a back door to this place?

Through there.

Go, I've got the box.

[helicopter alarms sounding]

Sweet Jesus, I'm coming home.

Hey Ross, you want to know who killed JFK?

- Yeah. - Can you keep a secret?

Sure.

So can I. [pained laughter]

Help!

Go, go.

Get in the car!

[music swells]

I can do this.

It's all about visualization.

You have to feel the texture of the road,

let the contours guide you the faster you go.

Where'd you learn, a stock car track?

Dominoes.

[gunfire]

What are you doing?

I'm trying not to die!

[gunfire]

No!

No, not that way!

Just try a relaxation exercise,

feel the nature all around you.

You're going to end upkilling us before they do.

Get me in closer.

[gasps]

Oh no, this is not good!

[screams]

[music stops]

No roadsigns, this is very dangerous.

[music resumes]

I think we made it.

Think again.

[gunfire]

Hang on!

Take her down!

[music intensifies]

You see that?

I like trains.

They're heading for the train.

Hang on, I'm going totry and this shortcut here.

[train horn sounds]

Boy, it's a lot bumpier than I remember.

Can we make it?

I have no idea.

[music swelling]

Here we are.

Go!

I hate coach, let's check first class.

Tickets.

Tickets.

Tickets.

We, uh-- we need a private car.

Jesus. What's the matter?

I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to say.

I'm Edward Simmons, I'm the conductor.

Anything the gentleman or thelady need, just let me know.

The dining car is the next one up.

Anything at all I can do to help the police.

Are you sure you can't alert me to the problem?

Well, we have reports of a train sabotage.

The conductor was brutallymurdered just outside Montreal.

This particular group really hates conductors.

It's the third one this week.

You have a telephone I could use?

Right this way, sir.

I think you'll findeverything OK right here, sir.

You'll be quite comfortable,there's a phone in there.

Ma'am.

Oh, uh-- it's a big machete.

Whole world's with maniacs.

[wind bustling]

[SOFTLY]: You OK?

Yeah.

[grunting in pain]

How we doing?

Body aches, and some stomach cramps.

What if I give him a shotof whiskey for the pain?

Right now that would kill him.

Alcohol turns to sugar.

Yeah, but I thought you were supposed

to give sugar to diabeticpatients in an emergency.

That's for insulin shock, too much insulin.

Dad doesn't have that problem.

You're

A very mature young woman, you know.

Well, I watched my mother die.

Read in a book once that you're not an adult

unless you lose your parents.

[father groaning]

I don't think I'm ready.

I'm so sorry.

We have to head back, I can't do this anymore.

Now look, if we want that bear,

we got to give him a target.

We got to give him a scent.

How?

You said he was coming back.

It's not like he doesn't have our address.

We're trying to keep him away from the plane

and the other passengers.

It's better he kills me.

Yeah.

Or you.

You mean I'm out here for bait?

[bear growling]

[all breathing heavily]

We're going the wrong way!

We can't be.

Look at the sun.

If you had any realexperience, you'd know that.

She doesn't.

That's enough.

We fly her in for the stand-ups.

Another team does all theactual hiking and climbing.

She's got a whole team of stunt people.

[laughs] Are you ready foryour close up, Ms Martin?

[strained breathing]

Hey.

Hey something's wrong with him.

Something's the matter with him, what do I do?

What do I do, come on!

He's not breathing!

Jesus Christ, he's dead!

Oh my god.

We've got to do something for him.

What do you want to do?

Drag his ass through the ice for 60 miles?

Look, we got to keep moving.

The snow will cover his body soon enough.

So what the hell do you expect us to do?

There's nothing but mountainsfor the next 50 miles.

Look I don't know about the rest of you,

but I do not intend on dying out here.

I am not staying here.

I am going to turn around, andI'm going back to the plane.

Claudine, please listen to me.

I don't want you going anywhere without me.

Please.

Look, I know what I'm doing.

You guys want to go back to the plane?

Go ahead.

But I'm moving forward.

Whoever's going with me,grab his weapon and let's go.

I fucking hate guns, come on.

Come on.

This is Rescue MD 71 to Edmonton Control,

this grid is empty.

I repeat, this grid is empty.

I think the real action'sa few miles down.

Radar lost them lower, correct?

We have to allow for a walkout by survivors.

If they're here, they're lost.

I'm moving on to the next canyon.

[music playing]

[gasps] You hear that?

[bear snarls]

It's getting closer.

He's got out scent.

He's just playing with us.

[bear growls]

Calm down.

Come on.

[bear grunts]

Ah!

Stop!

Come on, you're wasting the clip.

I saw the bear.

Congratulations, just killed a pine tree.

I know I saw that bear, I could smell it!

You just wasted anentire clip on a pine tree.

Now we're almost out ofammo, and the bear's run off.

He'll be back.

Yeah, probably.

Tonight, at the plane thanks to you.

I swear I saw it.

[PHONE RINGING IN THE BACKGROUND]

Herb just called, so has Jason.

Alan Douglas is dead, alongwith two Canadian agents.

Damn.

Jason's with the girl and thepackage on an eastbound train.

I sent Herb to intercept.

Nothing on the internet,and the news services

haven't picked up the story yet.

They will.

There's too many bodies to hide.

[train horn sounds]

[train horn sounds]

I don't understand how they knew we had it.

Simple, your father was careless.

He wasn't watching his back.

Oh, well I don't know many antique collectors

who have to watch their backs.

I don't know many antiques that

can destroy a small country.

If this thing can doeverything they say it can,

why didn't you just leave it in the ground?

I asked him that myself, OK?

I didn't create this situation or want it.

Bullshit.

You and your father had a great time running

around playing amateur spy.

You fetched that thing and brought

it back like a dog wagging itstail and I lost a good friend.

Let's pause for a moment of reflection.

Perhaps we can work togetherto make things right.

I'm sorry, but youreally make my skin crawl.

Yes, I have that effect on people.

They either love me or hate me.

Take a guess.

You hate me.

Actual, physical revulsion.

I'll let you know.

So this thing reallyworks on mind control, huh?

Just slap on theheadphones, close your eyes,

and think genocide.

Works for me, but then I justfell off the pumpkin truck.

It works, trust me.

I've seen it.

Is there any way to trigger this thing

without making a wish?

Tesla armed it with some sortof self-destruct mechanism.

If you twist the pressure coil, it

releases an acid-filled capsulethat ignites the radium core.

Why wait?

Let's blow it up now.

No.

According to Tesla's notes, itcreates a very big explosion.

Very messy.

Who is it?

Jason, it's Herb Carver.

Miss Hunter, are you all right?

It's been a rough few days, but I'm OK.

[chuckles] Yeah, a few days with him

is always going to be rough.

Jason, I heard about Alan.

I'm sorry.

It was a tough way to go.

He earned his pension.

You're pulling us out?

No.

I haven't got a team in place yet.

I want the two of you to juststay put for a while, OK?

I'm going to survey the trade and see

if we have any significantothers on board.

So, who do you think is going to win the series?

[train horn sounds]

Fly fishing.

I'm just fly fishing.

You're not going tocatch anything like that.

[sighs] I'm losing all my bravado.

Hey, hunk of bread, hunk of cheese?

All I need is the hunk.

Oh, god I can't believe you remember that.

I can't believe I wrote that.

You know, of all your books,I think that was my favorite.

That was from "Bottled in France."

I was working out ofBerlin in the summer of 1974.

Took a quick vacation down to the south of France.

I was hunting antiques, reading that book.

And I tried to match you vintage for vintage.

Mm.

Darn, that goes back.

It was before I met my husband.

Oh, there was this little village

just above the Spanish border.

I stopped at a roadside cafe.

They served truffles and goat cheese.

Right? - Yeah.

And the owner pulled out thispre-war vintage Bordeaux that--

I know.

You know, that cost me about a week's salary.

I drank every single drop, andI keep rereading that chapter.

It's a nice memory.

It's good to have the memories.

You'll get back.

Thank you for that.

Will you?

I will if you let me take you.

[music playing]

Chopper.

Everybody wave!

You think they can see us?

Over here!

Hey!

Hey!

Come on, down here!

You've got that video camera?

Yeah.

Get it out.

My fans are going to love this.

No!

[gunfire]

[bullets ricocheting]

This is bad.

Claudine!

Claudine!

[yelling]

Help me!

[grunts]

We've got an avalanche up here.

[gasps] [yelling]

MAN ON RADIO: Do you see anything up there?

Over.

I don't know.

I thought I saw people.

Survivors?

Plane survivors?

I can't see a thing!

I'm low on fuel, heading back.

Roger that.

[groaning in pain]

Can anybody hear me?

Hello?

Can anybody hear me?

Don!

Hey.

Come on.

Get up.

Come on.

Come on.

[coughing] OK. [grunts]

You can hold onto me.

Come on, hold onto me.

Come on.

[coughing]

[train horn sounds]

So army intelligence is tailing us

along the Berlin Wall, right?

And Jason's finally had enough.

He pops his cork, he gets out of the car

and goes back to the tail.

And grabs this guythrough this little window

vent in this unmarked Volkswagen.

Pulls him close to the glassand says, do you love Jesus?

Herb, she doesn't want to hear this.

He says, I'm going to show you what it feels

like to be born again, asshole.

He starts pulling him through the glass

vent, the guys kicking and screaming,

it took two MPs to get him off.

[laughs]

Sounds like some unresolved anger issues.

No, they were resolved.

Once I pulled him through thewindow, I felt much better.

[laughing]

So Herb, what about the extraction?

I've got a semi trailer waiting

for us at Monashee Station.

I'm going to take you twounder-cover into Edmonton

and get you on an Air Force transport.

What about my father, andthe air search of the plane?

Well, they haven't found the wreckage yet,

but don't worry about it.

There's no sign of fire or trace of explosion.

It'll take some time, I'm sure he's all right.

I mean, if half of his reputation is true.

Yeah, it's all true.

That's always been the problem.

[wind howling]

Bob looks really bad.

He's about to go into a diabetic coma.

What's that?

What's in the syringe?

I have battery acid inthis from the power cell.

The acid will slow the bear down if we need it.

Will that work?

Well if you don't getoutflanked by another tree.

Let's go.

Which way?

Down here.

All right.

I want you to wait until he's close.

All right.

Aim for his head.

Don't wait for me to get out of the way.

[yelling into the forest]Hey, you fat bastard.

Com on, it's supper time.

I can hear him now.

[bear growling in the distance]

[train braking]

[train whistle blows]

[station bell rings]

We're clear to go.

[train brakes hiss]

Aw, Jason, you're slipping.

You got to be more careful when you're

carrying something everybodyelse wants, old buddy.

You know, in an open market,souls come real cheap.

Who bought yours?

That would be me.

Beck.

The plane.

Planes, trains, and helicopters.

We do get around, don't we?

I'll take that case.

Herb's been very helpful through the years,

sending the occasional arms deal my way.

It's like the cops anddrugs, you CIA guys always

have the best stuff.

Who's your client?

Who's buying rights to the end of the world?

Did you know the Chinese invented pasta?

We thought they'd appreciatethis little addition

to their chow mein arsenal.

They concurred.

I'll see you at the truck, Herb.

Nadia, I'd ask you to givemy best to your father.

But I don't think you're going to see him again.

[music playing]

[train whistle blows]

He made a mistake,leaving you alone with me.

I like mobster movies, Jason.

And what does the bad guy like to say?

Time to get whacked!

Ladies first.

[train is disrupted]

Ah!

[grunting]

Watch out!

[cries out]

Are you OK?

Yeah.

What's going on in here?

That was him, the conductor killer.

You would have been next.

Come on.

Hey!

Let's get going.

I'll spot from behind.

Take it slow and easyuntil we cross the border.

What do we do now?

Well I'm going after daddy's little toy.

And what am I supposed to do?

Just sit around and hope that someone

else doesn't try to kill me?

Well I'm going to try and get on that truck.

You could find a car and follow me.

Just stay back and don't get spotted.

Find a car how?

You're smart, figure something out.

Don't touch that.

All right.

Stay back, and don't let them spot you.

OK.

How close do you think he is?

He's close.

He's very close.

Oh my god.

Here he is.

[calls out in pain] My knee!

Ah, damn.

[bear growls]

Take the gun.

I'd only waste all the ammunition.

[yells]

Hey, move away!

Back away from it.

Ah!

Back away!

Don't wait for me, fire!

[screaming]

[bear groans]

Damn!

What happened?

Stewart bought us our lives back.

And now all we've got to do is stay

alive long enough collect him.

[music playing]

[car honks in passing]

[band playing]

Get out of the way!

[honks horn]

Where the fuck are you going?

Shit.

Oh, shit!

Look out!

Easy, easy.

Not good.

Ow.

[car screeches to a halt]

Now that is sweet.

[groaning in pain]

You killed Herb, didn't you?

What'd you expect?

I'm trying to fit too much into one day.

Now where's that case?

Right where you left it.

[sirens blaring]

[police shouting orders]

Doesn't matter.

Cavalry's here.

It matters if you're an Indian, because they're

with me, chief.

Situations under control, standby.

Don't make a move until I tell you.

Oh!

[tires peel out]

[screams]

Anybody order a pizza?

That'd be me.

[sirens blaring]

[tires peel out]

How far are we going?

I don't know, ask Nik Tesla.

You se the self destruct?

Sure.

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit!

Punch it!

Don't worry, I'm really good at this.

Fuck that, just punch it!

Ah!

Maybe your fathershould find another hobby.

Yeah.

[grunting] Come on.

Wait, listen.

[helicopter in the distance]

Come on.

Come on.

Ah.

Come on, come on.

Ha!

Hold on.

Hey we're down here!

Here!

Hey!

We're down here!

Hey!

Over here!

Over here, come on.

Yes!

Oh my god.

Come on!

Yes, land.

I'll be damned.

Ha!

Thank god.

[laughter]

Thank you Annie.

Thanks for everything.

Daddy, I love you.

Thanks.

Well the next chopper's on its way.

Good.

I love happy endings.

This is going to be a greatending to your next book.

No.

That's the last chapter.

[clears throat]

We're friends.

Whatever.

I just want you out of my hair.

Agent Ross, I can'tthank you enough for what

you've done for my daughter.

Guess my debt list isgetting pretty long, huh?

Well, you can't help it dad if you feel

compelled to save the world.

I just wish that you wouldn'ttry and do it every single day.

And try not to do it aloneMr. Hunter, we're here to help.

You know my curiosityis getting the best of me.

I was just wondering, what happened to Tesla's Ray?

It's history.

[music playing]