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All right! Let's do it!

Hey, what's going on, man?

- I got that stuff, man. - All right.

Here, kitty.

Hey, you guys.

Hey, Buford. Hey, Milady.

Come on. I've got breakfast for you. Come over here.

Come on...

Here, kitty, kitty. Agnes!

Agnes, come on.

Hey, Buford, look.

Look what I've got you for breakfast.

Help. No!

Help! Help me!

Get over here.

Nothing personal, buddy.

You've got to be sick of those tired, two-month relationships.

Problem is, you're not meeting the right kind of woman.

A woman who'll run with the wolves

somebody who'll at least keep you interested.

- Run with the wolves? - Yeah.

Man, I've told you about watching too much of that Oprah shit.

Come on, Pete.

A little excitement is not going to kill you.

Terry, I like the women nice

quiet and dull.

You know what I'm saying? Not like that Mongolian feminist

that you set me up with.

Okay, wait a minute.

All right, who is it?

- Who is who? - Who is she?

- What? - Come on, you know.

Every time we start talking about my sex life

it comes down to your wife

trying to set me up with somebody.

- So, who is she? - Hold on...

- This is your brother talking, G. - Who is she, man?

What? She, like, cook breakfast with her toes or something?

What? I got to wheel her around or...

All right...

Her name is Shanandra.

- Gesundheit. - No.

Come on, dude. Her name is Shanandra, G.

What the hell is a Shanandra?

I don't know, but she's bad, I'll tell you that.

I am too old to be dating a Shanandra.

Something like...

Something that comes out your nose or something.

Trust me on this one, G.

All right. Keep it up.

Got a job to do here.

Hey, Terry and Pete Nessip, United States Marshals.

May I have your lD, please?

Okay, sir. Sign right here, please.

Shanandra. Sounds like a nightclub.

Gordon Maples, United States Attorney's Office.

Pete Nessip. This is my brother Terry.

- Pete, Terry. - How you doing?

Remember when the DEA started

electronically confiscating drug money

from all the banks?

Oh, yeah.

Dealers started to wake up in the morning

to find all their money gone.

So, this guy Leedy was the big computer wonk

for the Chang Triad.

He figured out how to hide their money

so we couldn't find it.

You mean that guy in there, coughing up furballs, is a genius?

He breaks codes that can't be broken.

It's like he lived inside the computers.

How did he get caught?

His ego.

He felt unappreciated

so I cut him a deal to testify

and kept him out of sight for the last year and a half.

Now, two weeks from trial, they found him.

I need you guys to move Mr Leedy up to the pen in Atlanta

so I can keep him alive long enough to testify.

What about the cats?

We don't have to take the cats too, do we?

Welcome to Pac-Atlantic Flight 611 to Atlanta

- with continuing service to Seattle. - No!

Please make sure that all carry-on baggage

- is securely stowed... - I'm sorry.

It's okay. That's what I'm here for, cat protection.

Cat protection.

Smooth, real smooth.

Okay, tight enough.

Are you sure you've fed the cats enough?

Agnes, she's got a little bit of a problem

with low blood sugar.

Leedy, the cats will be better fed than we will on this plane.

You're not just saying that to make me feel better, are you?

- Now, why would I do that? - What about the...

How can we make sure

they can maintain the temperature in the baggage compartment?

What if they freeze?

I got to get down and see the cats. I want...

- Chill, man. - What if they freeze?

Hey, excuse me. Would you like an aisle seat?

That would be great.

Why are we not in first class?

- We should be in first class. - The pleasure's all mine.

Forty-three A and B.

- Here we go. - This is going to be great.

I'm warning you. If anything happens to those cats

- I'm going to sue you. - Hey, you owe me, G.

You've ever heard of punitive damages

Mr US Marshal?

We should be in first class, anyway.

- Miss, excuse me. - Yes, sir.

I'm afraid to fly.

And I need some water to take a sedative.

- Okay, no problem. - Doctor...

- I'll be right with you. - Okay, thanks.

We're getting some heavy weather, folks.

So I've got permission to climb to 38,000

see if we can get above it.

Bob, I think you'd better listen to this.

Pac-Air 611 Bravo, this is Miami Approach.

We just received a code-red transmission.

Would you care for some wine?

Thanks

but I only drink wine by candlelight.

Well, I might be able to help you with that.

Would you like to follow me?

Give me a break.

The captain needs to see you on the flight deck, right away.

Yeah.

Gentlemen.

We just received this.

Flight 611

you are about to be taken over by Posse Comitatus.

- Stay on your flight plan. - Oh, brother.

No one will be hurt.

You'll receive further instructions in five minutes. Over.

Hands up!

Okay! Turn around, keep your head down!

I said keep your heads down!

Sit down!

Nobody move, goddamn it!

If you do, I'll blow this plane to hell, you understand?

Get off the phone!

Goddamn it!

Get your heads down. Feet on the floor.

Hands out of pockets.

You're not listening.

Both of you!

- Leedy, come with me. - No, don't do this.

No, please!

Please don't!

- How much time? - Ten seconds.

Wait for now.

No...

No, leave my hand. No, that's my finger!

No...

- Jesus! - Be good now.

Be good boys and girls.

If you're not, I'll blow the plane up.

- What happened? - Number one is down!

Talk to me! Talk to me, Number one!

I'm bulletproof. What are you?

Hey!

Help! Now!

Do it!

- What the hell? - Shit!

We're losing cabin pressure.

Mayday! Mayday! This is Flight 611.

611 Heavy. Declaring an emergency.

- We have emergency decompression. - No pressure, two and four.

We're over Ocala, in Florida. We're...

Go!

I've got you! Hang on!

Okay, hold on to me. Hold on. Okay.

Okay, hold on. I've got you.

Grab her! Hold her!

- Lena, hold on! - Okay.

I've got her!

Oh, shit!

Terry, hang on. Hold on!

Help me!

Hang on, Terry.

- Help! - Hold on.

I've got you! Hold on!

Terry, you've got to hold on!

I'm slipping!

- Terry! - I won't let go of you!

- Hang on to me! - No! Don't...

Terry! No!

Terry! No!

No, Terry! No!

No!

Glenn Blackstone, agent in charge, FBI.

Bob Covington.

Tom McCracken, US Marshal's Office.

Listen, I'm looking for my guy, Pete Nessip.

- Supposed to... - Pete's over there.

Pete.

Pete, did you see anything?

Two...

three, maybe more.

You didn't hear anything? Their names or anything?

The little girl, I...

I reached for her and I grabbed her.

And...

They shot Terry.

He was bad. He was real bad.

The blood was everywhere, and I...

He was falling. I grabbed him and I had him.

- I couldn't hold him. - Oh, my God.

I couldn't hold him.

Bring up the passenger list and seating assignment.

Okay, break down the ticket purchase

into cash and credit card.

Cross-check that with advance purchase

and same-day purchase.

- What are you doing? - Nothing.

It's some kind of virus or worm, sir.

- Well, get it back. - I'm trying

but the whole system's going down.

- It's Leedy. - What?

- It was a setup. - A what?

- A setup. - What are you saying, Nessip?

A prison break at 30,000 feet?

- Yeah, why not? - So, what did they do?

Come down and pick him up in a goddamn spaceship?

Look, I tackled one of the guys. He had some sort of pack on his back.

- Maybe it was a parachute. - What about Leedy now?

He jumps out, opens up an umbrella

and floats down like Mary Poppins?

- Nobody saw a parachute. - Nobody could see anything.

Their heads were down, and the plane was filled with smoke.

What 32 people did see

was they saw your brother fire at a man wrapped in explosives.

That's a lie!

Wait a minute, what is this? The FBI get brownie points for speed?

We are talking about my brother here, man.

Look, isn't that worth the investigation?

- You want an investigation? - Yes.

Two hours after the explosion

an airline maintenance man was gunned down at Miami airport

- running away from MPD detention. - And in his apartment

they found Posse Comitatus literature and homemade C-4 explosives.

The maintenance man put the explosives on board?

That's right. Detective Fox.

Miami PD recognized the man from the pre-flight inspection.

I'm telling you...

Look...

we all feel bad about what happened to your brother

and don't nobody want to paint him the fall guy.

But the fact of the matter is

your brother opened fire on that plane and panicked,

and 14 people are dead.

My brother didn't panic.

Sir, Forensics just got a positive lD

on one of the remains found on the plane.

Your prisoner, Leedy.

Damn!

Through the coordinated investigation

of federal, state, and local law enforcement officials

the FBI believes that it has answered most of the questions

concerning the attempted hijack

of Pac-Atlantic Air Flight 611.

It was the Marshal on board who set off the explosion.

Is that true?

That question has been raised and is under investigation...

Hey, guys!

Guys, check it out!

They're buying it top to bottom.

Of course, they're buying it.

Baby doll, you talk about a rush, man.

We went out that door, that wind hit you like a goddamn freight train.

I'm dragging away from the jet

I come face to face with this woman

and I swear, she was still holding a magazine.

Has Leedy finished throwing up?

- Yes. - Good.

No, don't touch my hand, lady!

Don't! No! Don't touch my hand!

- Watch out! Don't touch my hand! - Earl, come here!

- Come here, Earl! - Don't touch my hand!

Shut up and say thank you.

- Thank you? - Yes!

You threw me out of an airplane and you bit off my finger.

You have nine good ones.

Well, how am I supposed to do my work?

You crashed the entire airline computer system

- with one hand, didn't you? - Hey...

The information we have is sketchy right now

but what we're hearing is that the Marshal

allegedly fired at a hijacker

and according to passengers

set off the explosion which killed 14 people

including the hijackers.

Yes!

Unload the boat.

And a federal prisoner by the name of Earl Leedy.

Wait...

They think I'm dead. Does that mean...

- Does that mean I'm free? - You're not free.

Your ass belongs to me.

And I'm going to make it worth your while.

But wait, he mentioned only two Marshals.

What about the other Marshal that was on the plane?

He's dead. I shot him.

I don't think so. He was in the bathroom!

Listen to me! All he saw was smoke.

We got out clean, except for that bitch

that grabbed you, Jagger.

Next time, you just get her and throw her out the door.

I'll buy you breakfast. Come on, let's go.

Breakfast. What you got, Deuce?

I got homemade grits and eggs.

How are you doing, Pete? I need to talk to you.

- It's important. - So is this.

Wait 'til you see what I found.

I got it nailed down to a two-square-mile radius

where the hijackers could've landed.

Well, we've got our bodies, Pete.

Yeah, but the only bodies we've got that are burned beyond recognition

are those of the terrorists and that prick Leedy.

Does that make any sense?

Pete, nobody...

nobody jumps from a 747

at that altitude and speed and lives.

- Period. You understand that? - No, that's where you're wrong.

Look, a SEAL team did it.

Jumped out of a 727 three years ago.

I'm telling you, it's a setup.

Now all I have to do is figure out how Leedy fits into all this.

What?

The Board of Review is looking at this in two weeks...

The Board of Review!

To determine yours and Terry's responsibility

- for the accident. - What responsibility?

Pete, listen to me.

The FAA and the airline's in the middle of a goddamn firestorm

with the media, the insurance companies

relatives of dead passengers...

Nobody wants to hear about...

skydiving.

Skydiving from 747's!

They're looking to point fingers at somebody

and you and Terry are it.

Don't you understand that?

You know the SOP on this.

I have to ask you for your badge and your gun.

What? You're suspending me?

Pete, please you know the rules.

Give me your badge and your gun, please.

I don't care.

I'm not quitting on this.

I took a team out in a commercial jet.

Delta Squad deployment, hostage-drill scenario.

- So it can be done? - We did it.

But it was a 727 at 20,000 feet.

And it was a drill, no explosions.

A 747 at 38,000 feet, I doubt it.

Plus, you got another problem.

Petty Officer.

Yes, sir.

Okay, you see this? You see this D-ring?

High-density metal.

Now, your terrorists may have had

somebody stash a few guns behind a seat

but not five parachute rigs.

Five rigs going through X-ray and metal detectors

would raise holy hell with airport security.

- Carry on. - Thank you, sir.

So, with the right equipment, it is possible.

Mister, to even think about

jumping from a 747

you've either got to be very skilled or dick-brained.

Now, which one do you want to talk to?

What do you mean?

Well, skilled is a guy named Don Jagger.

World-champion skydiver.

Dick-brained is his old partner, Jess Crossman.

Where can I find them?

I don't think they jump together anymore

but Crossman lives real close to here.

Jess Crossman?

Not today, man.

Do you know where I can find him?

You must be with the class.

Check upstairs.

- Thanks a lot. - No problem, dude.

Be right out.

Damn!

- What was that? - Can you believe that?

Now you listen here to me.

I hope you're good at fixing toilets,

because you're never, ever going to fix

- another plane of mine. - I got my new chute in.

- You want to take me up later? - I'll take your face off

if you don't come and fix this plane right.

Where did you learn how to fix planes?

Mr Goodwrench?

This isn't a waiting room, and the next load is booked.

Damn.

And I really wanted to get on that plane.

DEA, FBI, or local?

- Jess Crossman. - If you want to talk to me

you're either a skydiver or a cop.

And...

Well, you definitely don't look like any skydiver

I have ever seen.

You know, cops...

I don't like them.

Every time you've met one has been right after

you've broken the law.

Yeah.

Did I go out of state without calling my parole officer?

Yes, I admit it. But it was an emergency.

You're not here about a parole violation?

Have you heard about a hijacking of a 747?

Yeah. Hear about it, how could I miss it?

What a major screwup!

What if it wasn't a screwup?

What if someone just wanted to make it look that way?

- Why? - To grab a prisoner I was escorting.

A jump.

A jailbreak from a 747?

That's a cool idea.

- No offense. - Could you do it?

What, am I a suspect?

Why do you ask?

Well, because people probably told you

that Jessie Crossman was the only person skilled enough

to jump from a 747.

Well, the actual phrase used was "dick-brained."

And I checked. You were with your parole officer.

Look...

some yahoo pulled a John Wayne on that flight

and got a lot of people killed, all right?

That's not what happened, Miss Crossman.

And that yahoo was my brother.

Well, God. I'm sorry about that.

But if I'm not a suspect

then I don't have to talk to you, do I?

You still haven't answered the question about the jump.

Well, see, the longer I stand here, the broker I get. So...

You want to talk to me about jumping, you can pay like everyone else

right, Mr Cop?

We'll see.

Well, what do I need this getup for

if I don't have a chute?

It's my drop zone, it's my rules.

Wait a minute, now. You're not scared, are you?

No.

Hey, wait! Hold on!

Wait for me!

All right, give me a controlled exit and a good arch.

Ready, set, go!

I don't get the attraction.

You know, haven't you ever watched a bird gliding on the wind

and wished you could do it?

Yeah, for about 20 seconds.

You know, you just don't get it, do you?

What could be so difficult about jumping out of an airplane?

You count to 20, you pull the damn string

and that's it.

Let the air sculpt your body position, all right?

Ready, set, go!

- Yes! - Jesus.

Can you see the way the wind forces their body...

Come here, man.

Can you see the way the wind forces their bodies open?

We're only at 80 knots.

A 747 at 500 knots

would rip a jumper clean apart.

And that, my friend, is where the skill comes in.

No big deal.

You are way out of your league up here, cowboy.

Way out.

You know, I hear you talking all this stuff about skill.

If you're so good

how come you're still working in this shithole?

What?

What, you need to be hooked on phonics?

"Shit hole." "Shithole."

Hey!

He paid for one jump, I might as well give him one.

For Christ's sake, just go get him, okay?

All right.

Help!

Help!

Get off of me! You kicked me!

Wait! Come back.

Come back...

- Help me! - I've got you.

You're crazy!

Hold still.

Get me out of this.

I thought you did okay.

Welcome to the sky! You fell, you lived...

good start.

Now, you fell, you lived...

I'm gone.

You're out of your damn mind.

There are things in here.

Hey!

Hey, I didn't know she was going to do that

- okay? - Oh, yeah.

I bet it was a whole lot safer than landing with you

in that damn plane of yours.

Where can I find Don Jagger?

There's a big jump this weekend at Ocean Reef.

All the hot ones will be there. That's your best bet, man.

Thank you.

Skydivers are a real tight group.

You're going to have a tough time breaking in by yourself.

Well, I'll take my chances, thank you very much.

Hey, you know, Jess didn't mean anything by that.

Ever since Jagger went south on her

she's been a little touchy.

What happened to Jagger?

He says he got conned into making some drug jumps.

He did a little time. She did a little time, too.

- They never patched things up. - Why would she want to?

She's loyal.

I'd give her that much. What do you think?

I think it's time for you to zip it.

And let's go on and get that rammer jammy

fixed on the tail all right?

- Nice jump, man. - Yeah, right.

Take this!

Shit!

Oh, shit!

I'll kill you.

Please, don't push me.

Don't let me...

Wait. No, wait.

No, wait!

- Nice landing. - Good.

Come on...

- Let's go... - You got it!

- I can't. - Hit it, brother! Hit it!

I can't, I'm sorry...

Leedy, just do your job.

I need a minute to steady myself.

When we break in, we don't have minutes

- we have seconds. - It's the jump...

- Don't, it's the jump. - Now, do it.

- I can't think. - Jump him until he can.

Maybe...

Maybe he's had enough for one day, all right?

I haven't had enough for one day. Jump him till he can, come on.

- Please. I can't think. - Come on. Up and at 'em.

- Go! Come on! Let's go. - Let's go.

- Up and at 'em. - Come on, let's go.

- I don't want to jump anymore! - Come on, go!

This is going to be a snap.

God, this is easy.

They're not going to know what hit them.

- Hi. Joy Willins. - I'm Pete.

- Pete. Yeah. - It's a pleasure.

It's Miami Police.

- Yeah. - They've been really great.

Come on. Lena's around back.

Look what I've got for you.

Thank you.

That's to replace the one that you lost on the plane.

Maybe it'll make you feel a little better.

Lena, do you remember me?

Remember that your tiger bumped me upside the head

when we were on the plane?

Do you remember anything about your plane trip?

Maybe that there was something strange happening

there was noise...

yelling?

No, I fell asleep

and when I woke up we were already landed.

I'm going to show you some pictures,

and I want you to look at them very carefully.

This is the plane that we were on.

Remember?

Remember the plane?

And then something went wrong. Something happened.

There was a loud noise.

There was a lot of smoke.

- A big noise? - A big noise.

There was a lot of wind, and people were yelling

and screaming.

Do you remember if you saw anyone?

Help me!

What are you doing?

Do you remember anything about

what he may have been wearing or...

What?

He wore glasses?

He...

The scar.

He had a scar?

Lena, was this the man that you saw on the plane?

You can tell me, nobody's going to hurt you.

Look, see, he has a scar.

- Is this the man? - All right, okay.

Look, that's enough, okay? That's enough.

- Could you please go now? - See, he has a scar.

- Was this the man you saw? - Let's end it.

- I'm going to get the detectives. - You can answer, it's okay.

Detective Wallace!

That's all right. Thank you.

- Thank you, Lena. - Come on, it's all right.

- I'm sorry. - Yeah, it's all right. Thanks.

Yes.

Detective Fox, Miami Metro.

Concerning that plane accident you're investigating.

The other US Marshal on the plane

has acquired some information.

- The other Marshal? - That's correct.

The young lady on the plane

she gave him a partial lD

of one of the hijackers.

A scar under his right eye.

- I'm impressed. - Thank you.

Not with you, with the other Marshal.

Hang on! I want to come with you.

- Hey, Don! - Hey.

You're mine now. Where I go, you go.

Let me go or lose me forever.

I'm serious!

Hey, what are you doing?

Hey.

Ty, what are you doing?

Hey!

Hey, let me go!

What are you doing? Let me go!

Hey! Damn it!

Hey, goddamn it!

Let me go!

You son of a bitch!

It's all over. Bye-bye!

No!

Cool move, papa.

You see that? 9-11 is not going to work for him.

What you just saw there can happen to any one of you.

Our skydiving team is now four strong.

No problems with that.

Oh, God. Did you ever jump those round chutes?

You can't steer the damn things

and you never know where they're going to come down.

I got enough branches up my ass

to start a pulpwood mill.

Hi. I'd like...

I don't know, maybe...

A minute to wait for you to come back.

- Look at this guy. - What's he doing at our table?

I don't think he gets it.

- Let's explain it to him. - Yeah.

Here it goes.

This is going to get messy.

Hey, guys.

Oh, I'm sitting in your seats? Oh, I'm sorry.

- Can I offer you a beer? - Sure.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Hey, come on, man.

If you wanted me to move, you just should have asked.

Hey, pal.

Hey, Jesus!

Take it.

Get these guys a beer.

Get him a pillow.

Nessip.

- Bob. - Nice to meet you, Bob.

See you up there.

Well, I see you've met some skydivers.

You're not much of a cop

- but you sure do make friends easy. - If you blow my cover

I'm going to bust your ass right back to prison.

Do you understand me?

Looks like you're doing a good job of blowing your own cover.

Why don't you have a seat?

Last time I did that, I got into a fight.

Look, buddy, at the moment, we're the only cover you've got.

Have a seat.

Look, all I want to do

is talk to your friend Jagger.

Okay. Then, here's what I want.

There's a big exhibition jump in DC next weekend.

I want to go, but my parole officer won't let me.

Keep talking.

Well, see, you got a big problem here.

And the only way you're going to learn anything

is if you hang out with the best.

And...

Well, right now, you're kind of sticking out

like a Cub Scout in a whorehouse.

Bad news, man

you're not going to believe what happened.

I reach your parole officer

and you work me in with these guys, right?

And another thing...

Burn in. Drinks up!

Blue skies!

- Black death! - Black death!

Yeah!

What the hell is that?

It means some skydiver somewhere burned in today.

What does that mean?

As in, crash landed.

Dead.

They're going to ring that bell, and...

raise a toast every hour 'til midnight.

- Great tradition. - Who hammered in?

Jagger.

- Damn! - The cops found him

with a fat sack of cocaine on him.

He was stuck up in some power lines.

Power lines?

What, he just floated into the power lines, Sel?

It's just what I heard. I'm sorry.

- No, that's not possible. - Jessie, I'm sorry.

Where are you going?

If you want my help

you pay for me and the airplane.

- Okay, how much? - Fifteen thousand.

- Fifteen thousand? - That's what it costs.

What do you care, anyway? It's the government's money.

I don't work for the government anymore.

I'll talk to you later.

What's up, man?

Good news.

Good news, Mr Moncrief.

- What's that? - Our client has found your offer

- quite interesting. - We're all just a little concerned

about the fact that you used to be an agent

- for the DEA. - Used to be.

Used to be is why I'm worth

- something to you. - Right.

Well, your past leaves a bad taste

in our client's mouth.

You have to do better than that.

If the taste was bad, gentlemen, you wouldn't be here.

What I'm offering you, no one else in the world can provide.

No one else.

I'm willing to prove it by doing it one time for free.

Then when we meet again

you tell your boss to bring his wallet.

Payment in full.

Simple as that.

Then we have a deal.

Thanks for lunch. Let's go.

Go! You're up.

I'm not ready...

Torski, these are computers.

- Silent movies for 400, please. - Answer there

Charlie Chaplin found this co-star of The Kid

performing in Vaudeville with his father.

- Annie? - Who is Jackie Cooper?

Coogan. Jackie Coogan, stupid...

- We got to go. - Damn it. Give me some space!

Hey, how are you doing?

I've got a surprise for you here.

My God. Look at this.

Too bad we're not in the drug business.

- Come on, Leedy. - I've almost got it.

- There you are. - Where are you...

Can I help with anything?

You're making me nervous. Would you just get away?

You got two minutes, Earl.

What can I do to help you?

I've got access.

Good.

- I'm into the system. - Yes.

Wanna run this up to the evidence locker?

You got it, babe.

Baby, don't come down here.

Thank you...

Hey.

The elevator's coming up.

Roger that.

- Earl, we have to close that now. - Okay! All right, okay.

Here they come.

Look at him.

Come on...

We've got to go. Close it down.

Don't rush me. They'll know we were here.

You did good. Move it.

Stay. Go! Go!

- We're moving, Torski. - Got you.

Oh, yeah.

Goddamn it! Fucking Leedy threw up all over me.

The daring late-night theft netted criminals

over $50,000 worth of drugs

stolen from this protective enclosure.

The thieves hid out in the building's maintenance area

until everyone had gone home.

An intensive internal Affairs review is underway

since access to these areas is strictly limited

to station personnel.

Reporting from Miami headquarters, I'm Diana Morales.

Back to you.

I have to admit it, you're good

but so am I.

Here come your Miami undercover agents.

Finally.

These narcs are walking around somewhere

thinking they're alive.

Excellent. Thank you, carry on.

So...

is that it?

- Am I done? - No

a little while longer.

Is this the Marshal, the other Marshal?

The one on the plane?

- You told me you took care of him. - Don't worry about him.

What do you mean, don't worry about it?

- The guy you killed is his brother. - Leedy!

I said don't worry about him. I'll take care of my end of it, okay?

- Radical. - All right, man

right behind you.

Yeah, I'm ready, man.

- Where's your car? - Don't ask.

Well, very, very cool bike.

Air time.

Where's my team?

All right, they're upstairs.

- All right. - Come on.

Looking good, guys.

- Good formation. That's great. - Hey, Bobby.

Hey, Jess.

- How you doing? - How you doing, baby?

I'm getting together a team for the DC jump.

- What about it? - Hell, yes. Are you kidding me?

Cool. Have you seen Swoop around?

No, not for a while.

I heard that crazy bastard was living on the street, though.

Yeah, right. What else is new?

I think I know where he's at.

We'll find him and Hockridge, and we've got ourselves a team.

- I'm in. - All right. Good to see you.

Good to see you.

Jess, come here.

Hockridge is out, he busted his ankle.

- What? - It wasn't even on a jump.

He slipped getting out of the bathtub.

But, you see, I figure I could take his place, no problem.

What have you logged, sweet pea, a whole 20 jumps?

Come on, Jess, when was the last time you actually saw me jump?

No, he is looking a lot better, Jess.

I've been giving him some extra air time.

- He's good. - You give me half the chance,

I'll slice the sky to pieces.

Look, Selly, I don't need an Indiana Jones.

I need somebody who's good and who takes orders, period.

Well, I like the kid's attitude. He's got a lot of enthusiasm.

I think he does, too, but enthusiasm can get you killed up there.

- Thank you, Pete. - I can get Burt

- he'll be here next week. - No, I can't deal with Burt.

Can I have your attention, please?

All right, Selly, you're in. But here's the drill.

First of all, you're our mechanic

so please keep the plane flying.

Second of all, if you hotdog on me, you're gone.

And third, Winona, keep a watch on the...

extra air time.

Come on, let's go.

I'm taking Pete, we're going to go find Swoop.

- Swoop? He's a nutcase. - Yeah, Swoop is cool.

- Swoop! - Swoop you.

- I'm jumping, right? - Jumping out of a plane?

No, I need you alive to deal with my probation officer.

- Come on, Jess, I'm serious. - So am I.

I'm a good teacher, but nobody's good enough to get you

up to exhibition level in a week.

Jess, here's the deal.

Something tells me I'm not going to find

who I'm looking for down here, right?

So, I got to go up there.

If I don't jump, we've got no deal.

All right, you're an alternate

you train, but you don't jump the exhibition.

Way to go, kid.

- Swoop! - Why are we up here again?

Swoop!

Swoop!

What the hell would he be doing over there?

Swoop!

Over here!

- Hey, Swoop. - Hey!

- What are you doing? - Jeez.

How about this, huh?

The fine folks of this building asked if I'd just come out here

and, you know, do a few windows, this and that.

I need you for a team, Swoop.

- Really? - Yeah.

Yeah? How much does it pay?

Nothing.

Nothing.

All your jumps are paid for.

So how about those jumps there, Jess, are they paid for?

- Yeah, they are. - Didn't I just say that to him?

Yeah, but if he hasn't jumped with you

he won't talk to you. He won't.

Well, I am going to have to require

a free T-shirt, Jess.

What?

Can we get him a free T-shirt?

Yes. Tell him he can have a T-shirt.

Okay. Free T, Swoop.

- Whatever you want. - Yeah!

Swoop. Yeah.

My lucky day. Here, give me a hand.

All right!

It opened!

Hey, that ain't funny. That ain't funny, man.

Did you know about this?

Find what you're looking for?

How long have you been following me?

Ever since you decided to be my friend.

What's this all about?

When a skydiver burns in

the cops bring the rig to a safety officer for inspection.

- And... - And this is Jagger's.

- What? - There's nothing wrong

with this rig.

Which means he would have had to screw up big time

in order to float into those power lines.

And there's no way that that happened.

He had help.

Aren't these supposed to be metal?

Yeah, it's a smuggler's rig.

- A what? - It's a smuggler's rig.

Drug runners custom-make them

out of high-density fabric to escape radar.

- There's no metal in them. - Would these pass

through airport security?

Yeah, probably.

Damn!

What?

Pete!

Put this back right where you found it, all right?

You listen to me, these people are killers.

You leave the cop stuff to me.

All right.

- Milton. - Mike. Wake up, Mike.

This is Nessip.

Pete. What?

I got an envelope that I'm delivering to you

with a piece of nylon in it.

I want you to examine it for explosives, all right?

Explosives? What are you... Nylons? Are you...

Are you dating that Mongolian feminist again?

Yuck...

Look, I need your help on this, Mike.

I thought you were on suspension...

- Vacation. - Suspension. You can say it.

Yeah, I am.

That's why I need you to do this for me.

Just examine it for explosives

alloys, powder, whatever you can find.

- Anything. - This is the Justice Department.

We don't have time for that.

Mike, just do it, okay? All right.

And don't tell them it's for me

or else they'll fire your ass.

Why can't you just be calling to borrow money like usual, Pete?

Okay, let's go.

- Let's go! - Go in.

Come on! Get in there!

Yeah, watch this.

He isn't balancing at all.

Yeah.

See?

Beautiful!

- Watch it coming down. - I love it.

Oh, yeah!

Crash and burn.

Yeah!

Oh, yeah!

I love it!

What a ride!

- Need for speed. - Yeah.

That was great!

It was incredible! How did I do?

Come on, what's with him? I jumped with him.

What's the deal?

I don't think he counts what you just did as a jump.

He's kind of funny that way.

Well, what kind of other jump is there?

There's only one kind of jump

and I did a sweet one, if I must say.

My buddy, Luxem, ran the lab on your nylon.

This is serious guacamole. Look at this.

He found C-4 explosive, flash-bang residue

high-grade alloys.

I mean, you ain't dealing

with a cat burglar, Pete.

Yeah, but it means I'm in the right place.

Tell your friend I owe him one.

No need, I promised him you'd paint his house this summer.

The chopper's aboard.

Good to see you.

Hey, how you doing? Good to see you again.

- How are you? Good to see you. - Welcome.

- Welcome aboard. - Thank you.

- Follow me, please. - We've tested your free sample

and decided we want more.

There's only one way you're going to get more.

Your price is rather large.

So are the results.

Good evening, everyone. Welcome aboard.

I'm only interested in long-term investments.

What happens when the DEA

replaces their dead agents?

- And they will. - You're buying a very sophisticated

data service.

Once we're in the DEA computer, we're in,

and we'll update you whenever they do.

And the...

charge

for this update?

$2 million a month...

for the operations and names

of every undercover DEA agent in the world.

What can I say?

When do we see the list?

The day after Thomas Jefferson died

July fifth.

God bless America.

All right, settle down, everybody, settle down.

And welcome to DC!

Yeah!

The jump tomorrow...

is one you're going to tell your grandchildren about.

We are jumping into the city's fireworks display

and coming right down the Potomac Park.

Blue skies!

That's right.

Everybody settle down.

That's right, a 34-way carousel dive.

Got Jack in the center

surrounded by a nine-way star

outside of that, a 24-way star.

The judges today determine

who gets to jump tomorrow, and who doesn't.

You want to be in a big fireworks show

you'd better fly your butts off.

You need 10 points or better to qualify.

That's all I've got to say. Let's load them up and skydive!

- 400, 450. Something like that. - No.

- What kind of competition is that? - A vicious competition, man.

- Ten points I got to get? - Hey, Swoop

how did you fix in with this group, man?

It's a little embarrassing, isn't it?

- It's all right. - What are you, a comedian?

Why don't you fuck off?

Nice landing, man!

- You are bad! You are one bad man. - That's my man.

My chute!

- All right. - All right.

Okay.

Okay, that's 10 points for Moncrief's team.

That's 10 points for Crossman's team.

Both teams qualify.

Hey, Torski

watch your butt!

Hey!

Come on...

Hey, get the hell out of my face, man!

- Hey, you, you son of a bitch! - Merry Christmas, asshole!

Goddamn it!

- Holy shit. What is that guy doing? - It looks like a gift wrap.

Rock and roll!

Goddamn it!

Get away from me...

Son of a bitch!

Get away! No, get the hell away from me!

Bunch of assholes!

- High five. - Goddamn it!

Swoop...

Swoop...

Thank you.

Who's the guy with Torski?

Ty Moncrief.

He's military or something.

He shows up now and then for big jumps.

I got to go strangle the weasel.

You do that, Pete.

- That guy was right. - We'll mess things up.

Look who's here, Deucie.

- Knock yourself out, man. - Mr Comedian.

We're just jumpers here...

What do you think you're doing, sport?

Can't we all just...

You think it's funny?

You want to play with me?

You son of a bitch!

How are you doing now, sport?

You want to do this? You want to play with me, son?

How do you like that?

Shit!

- Yeah, the toilet's stopped up, man. - Yeah?

Why don't you go use a tree?

- A tree? - Yeah, right there, see?

Okay.

That's okay. I'm sorry.

I'm environmentally conscious.

Why don't you try this on for a while?

Hey, man, none of this is any of your business

unless you want me to make it such

so why don't you get your butt out of here?

You know, you fuck with my team, you fuck with me.

Hey, fuck you and fuck your team...

I look out for everyone.

Come here, you bitch.

Come on. Yeah, come on.

Come on.

Swoop. Watch your head.

Come on.

What?

So, what about this Ty Moncrief?

Jagger did a couple of drug carries for them

three years ago.

- Thanks. - Is he good enough

to be one of the people I'm looking for?

If I find out that he killed Jagger

it won't matter how good he is.

Well, why would he risk showing his face around here?

I mean, what's so special about this DC jump?

Well, the Fourth of July exhibition, Pete

it's the biggest thing in the world.

I mean, Washington, DC is a drop zone.

Any other day, it's the most restricted air space.

That's why every skydiver worth his ass

wants in on this load.

Where exactly are they putting down?

Sel, pass me that map.

Please.

Thank you.

It's right there, right by the Washington Monument.

You mean a jumper could put down anyplace he wanted to?

I, myself, am going to make a landing

right in Abe Lincoln's lap.

Jess, you tell the new guy, "Thanks."

Thanks.

Yeah, tell him, "Anytime."

I enjoyed it.

- Can I keep this? - Sure.

All right, see you, guys.

That's him.

That's what I've been trying to tell you all along.

- I know. - And I'm telling you

we'd better take this son of a bitch out

- before he shuts us down. - Shut up.

This is real simple.

Cops can smell dead cops a hundred miles away.

We keep their team on the ground

- they'll never touch us. - Oh, I see.

- So how do you plan on doing that? - By taking out their leader.

Crossman.

This is Jessie's trailer.

Not much longer, man, we've got to move.

Have a nice trip.

Patrick

get this off to Chicago and wait for the fax.

- It's number six. - Tom.

Holy shit. What the hell happened to you?

- I've got to talk to you. - Come on in here.

Patrick, let me know when that comes in.

Working undercover while on suspension

violates your sworn oath.

Not to mention 20 different laws.

- Me accessing this file makes it 21. - I'm in the middle of them.

- Yeah. - As a matter of fact,

I found one of the chutes from the 747.

- Did you know that? - Yeah.

If you've got evidence, make your case to the FBI.

You're going to have to do better than this Ty Moncrief fellow.

He's DEA. See that?

Moncrief is DEA?

Honourably discharged eight months ago.

I'll bring his service record up

so you can see it.

What the hell's going on with this computer?

Leedy.

Peter. Pete!

Okay, folks, check it out.

Demo jumpers

we've got about a 12-minute call to dress rehearsal.

Twelve-minute call.

Let's nail this one, puppies. We've got to nail this one.

Guys, has anyone seen...

- Guys, has anyone seen Nessip? - Who? No.

- Pete. - No.

What's your problem, ace?

- What's the matter, sweet pea? - Nothing.

No, I mean, I'm not the pro here

I don't want to be the one to screw things up.

Sel, you're not going to screw anything up.

Listen to me.

This rig, it logged two world titles for Jagger

and one for me, all right?

- You want to wear this? - This means I don't have to wear

that stupid helmet?

Sel, no, you don't got to wear the stupid helmet.

How's that, all right?

Yeah! Let's jump!

The star!

- I'm ready. - Hold on, hotdog.

Yeah!

- Time to go! - Come on, let's go!

- Let's get out there. - Do it!

Shit. Somebody didn't open.

Selkirk, cut away! Damn it!

Cut away!

I can't get it!

Cut away!

Four thousand feet.

Swoop, get him! Goddamn!

- Two grand. Pull it! - Pull it!

- Pull it! - Pull it!

Come on, pull! Come on!

Paramedics to the water area now!

Selly!

We need a medic over here!

- God, what happened to him? - It's not good.

Sel, can you hear us? Please.

Goddamn it, get this off him!

- Stay with us, Selly. - Oh, Bobby, he's not breathing.

He's not breathing.

He tried to pull it, it just wouldn't work.

- God! - Just wouldn't work.

- Get up! - Here we go.

God, are you...

- Get us a medic, goddamn it! - Medic!

Stay with us, Selly.

- I hear it. - Yeah!

Selkirk, buddy.

- He's breathing. - There you go.

- He's breathing. - Look out, let me in here.

- Look out. You all right? - He's breathing.

Okay. Good job.

- You're going to be okay. - You're going to be okay, buddy.

- Is he okay? - Yeah.

- Can you hear me? - It's okay.

- Sel. - Take it easy.

We're right here, buddy.

Sorry, guys, but you can't stay in here.

We're going to stay right here with you, buddy, all right?

You can meet us at the hospital, but nobody rides in the van.

- Bullshit, we're family. - Nobody.

Hey, guys, don't worry about it, right?

You guys have got to jump anyway.

Get the hell out of here. Just tell Jess her rig's broken.

All right, man, we'll see you at the hospital.

Where the hell is Jessie?

Winona, let's get this plane in the air.

- We're going after Ty's plane. - Who's this?

I'm a US Marshal. Now, you can read about it later.

No way, later. We're going. Come on!

Crank it up!

I want to jump!

- Okay, let's go. - Let's go.

Go...

Go...

Bye-bye.

Let's go. Chutes on. Let's go.

Here we go.

We're so close to pulling this off. All you have to do...

Hey, surprise!

Only one of you really has to die.

So tell me, who killed Jagger?

How about me? You want to try me?

You come here, I'll shoot you right between the eyes!

Jesus, Jessie, bad idea.

You look like a little boy without a chute, Jessie.

- I knew it was you, Ty. - Stay there.

- You don't know what you're doing. - No. You don't know.

Let me tell you about Jagger. He betrayed you.

He left you in prison to rot like jailbait.

This is his girlfriend.

You meant nothing to him. He's dead.

- You're on the wrong... - Sit down.

Get off of me!

- Come here! Now! - Get off!

Throw her out!

Jump!

Jessie, I dare you, jump!

Oh, shit.

Jess.

She's got a lot of juice.

Yeah, but she ain't got no wings, man.

Let's go, get our chutes on.

We've lost them.

They sure as hell weren't tracking for the fireworks.

I know where Ty's headed.

He's going to the DEA building. Right near the drop zone.

- Should I radio for backup? - Yeah, right.

First, they'll laugh at you, then they'll throw your ass in jail.

Jesus, Mary, priest!

Jessie.

She's hanging on the foot rail. What the hell is she doing?

I know exactly what she's doing.

It's the only trick I know.

- Swoop, what are you doing? - I'm not going to miss this!

Reveals nothing.

I suggest his mind has been so conditioned

as part of a preconceived plan.

Goddamn, look at this dweeb.

You think by the 23rd century

they'd have better toupees than that.

They all wear wigs on that show.

Not Spock.

He got the ears.

What the hell are you talking about?

All clear up here.

I'm going to the 19th floor.

Little power hit.

Probably burning down the kitchen again.

Joanne, are you cooking again?

We've had a couple power spikes.

No, you guys want to order a pizza?

I'm starving.

All right, we're in.

- Radio check. - One.

- Two. - Three.

Clear.

Not now.

There is no logic in Thelev's attack upon the Captain.

There is no logic...

Okay.

- Is it going to work? - It's going to work.

Come on...

Go...

- Leedy! Earl. Earl! - Leedy, quickly!

Where are you? Come on.

- We're all clear. - Good.

Okay, we're into the game.

Come on.

How smart can one man be?

Jimmy Sansome, Jesus Christ, that guy used to hit on me.

This guy's a Fed?

Deuce, run code blue. Are you ready?

Yeah, copy, Ty. I'm ready to rock and roll.

It's cool up here. The chutes are ready.

- What the... - Look out!

What's the matter, you can't fly?

Swoop, get away from the door! Follow me.

Come on, get him up.

Come on! You're dead! Dead!

Thank god.

Listen up. Stage one is completed.

Stay focused, we're right on schedule.

Yeah. Well, the schedule's going to change.

- Come on. Are you okay? - There you go.

Swoop, stay here. Don't rob him, okay?

- Yeah. Okay. - I'm going for help, okay?

Okay, easy, take it easy. Easy. She's going for help.

What the hell?

Joanne, come back to me.

Yeah... I got you.

Joanne, we've got a circuit trip, says a washer trolley is moving.

Check it out, will you?

Hi, we might be under attack from Klingons.

Maybe they got food. Okay, I'm on my way.

I'll be back.

Ty, the elevator's moving.

Stop it on this floor. I'm coming to meet you.

Stay with Leedy.

Quiet. Give him the gun...

It's okay, don't panic.

Why don't you radio down and tell them everything's fine

you're okay?

Tell them you're fine.

Nothing going on up here.

We're still getting a washer-trolley signal, though.

Probably just a short.

Roger. Yeah, thank you.

You're dismissed.

You take care of her. I'm letting them know.

Oh, my God!

Oh, fuck.

What?

Goddamn it!

You go up on the roof.

Kara, check the floor. I'm coming with Leedy.

I'm with the magician. You're on the roof.

I need you. Come on, let's go!

All right, Leedy, I'm right outside.

What? Where are you going?

What? Hey!

Shit!

I'm calling for backup.

Call the fire department, too. We got smoke on the 20th floor.

Right.

Close it out. Now!

- Ty... - You little...

Goddamn it.

Kara!

Are you proud of yourself?

Ty, get off me!

Come on. Come on, go!

Come on, go!

I'll be right back, okay? Okay, I'll be right nearby.

- Right nearby, okay? - All right.

Jessie?

Jessie, what do you want me to do?

Jessie...

Leedy!

- What? - Don't you move.

Wait. No, wait!

- Don't move. - You got them.

You've got them on hijacking, murder, smuggling

kidnapping, cruelty to animals.

Look what they did to me. They took my finger...

Thought you'd get away from me, huh?

- Pete! - Earl.

Earl, you disappoint me.

They're going to put you away if you go in.

Who's your friend?

Look, I was just trying to stall them for you.

You're the reason your little brother's dead

you idiot.

Families shouldn't fly together.

That's all right, you'll meet him again.

I guarantee that.

And when you do, he's going to bust your ass.

You try and stop me, or bring me somewhere, you're fucked!

He's bluffing, Jessie. He needs this little bastard.

Don't you think about it!

Shoot him, shoot him dead!

Freeze! Drop your weapons.

I said drop them!

Leedy? Leedy!

Oh, shit!

I'm going for it!

Oh, Jesus. Look, guys, is this really necessary?

I'm not that hurt.

You know, I've been through worse than this before.

I will personally write the President

and recommend that you receive commendation for your actions.

Now, if you'll just maintain your stations here

and secure this location

I'll be checking the rest of the area.

- Jerry. - Dupont, Ted.

- Yes, very good work. - With a "J."

Leedy. Leedy.

Leedy, you come back here. Leedy!

Stop that guy! Stop! The one with the bozo hairdo!

Leedy. Jesus, listen to me. Listen to me.

He's wearing a DEA jacket. Stop...

Leedy, you come...

Leedy! Stop that guy.

No way.

Don't make me roll after you!

You better not make me roll after you!

Yeah, that guy right there. He's one of the bad guys.

Fucking awesome, man.

Way to go, Swoop!

Hey, man, it's the other leg, man.

- All right, I'll see you in a bit. - All right.

Pete!

Hi, Pete, are you all right?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

Well, you jumped, you lived.

That's a good start.

Yeah.

Maybe in another 40 or 50 years I'll try it again.

Pete!

- Swoop! - Hey, Pete!

- Listen, talk to these guys, okay? - We want to help you.

Tell them that my leg is broke, okay?

Anything you want, Swoop.

Anything you want, brother.