All language subtitles for Firestorm.1998.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.x264-ABM

There are 30,000 wildland
firefighters in the United States.

Only 400 are trained to
parachute into blazing

forest fires inaccesible
to ground crews.

These elite men and
women are called...

Smokejumpers.

FIRESTORM

Hey, Pete!

Am I using the right shade of foundation,
or should I go for something more rosy?

You're gonna be black and blue if you
don't give that magazine back to Monica.

Hey, there's a quiz - "How to please
your lover. Rate your sensual IQ."

I love quizzes.

How's Jeannie feel about
you still jumping?

I told her I'm out selling
lawn furniture door to door.

- How are you coming on that quiz, Romeo?
- Just totaling my score.

46... 48 points!
Which means...

Well, that's just stupid!

"If you got less than 50 points,
it's time to give Mommy her magazine back."

- Check your gear. This is where we get of.
- Are we already over L-5?

We're not going to L-5. Andy called in.

They got some campers
trapped north of there.

We're gonna go down and make
a perimeter. Let's saddle up.

- Let's go!
- Race you down, Chief!

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Pete, Cowboy, cut us a break. Monica,
get those people away from the cars.

Your cars are filled with gasoline.
They will explode.

Move away from your vehicles
and into the ditch. Now!

- It's gonna crown.
- Uh-huh.

My little girl's in the house!
Please don't let her die!

Please! My little
girl's in the house!

- Hold on, ma'am.
- OK, ma'am, where's the house?

- Right there!
- We'll do what we can. Monica.

Monica!

- We're on the wrong side of the wall!
- That little girl doesn't know that.

- You don't think I'd get her if I could?
- I know that, Chief.

There's no hole in that fire wall.
We can't get through.

- Tina!
- She's gonna be fine. Come on.

You have to get into the ditch.
Get down! Down!

Monica, call in Big Dipper!
Jesse!

Spike Camp, this is Smokejump 2.

We need Big Dipper over our
position or we are toast!

He's gonna kill me.

Oh, shit! That tree's coming down!

Jesse, cover the back,
I'll check upstairs.

Tina, come on out, sweetheart!

- Your mamma sent us here.
- Tina, where are you, girl?

It's OK, sweetheart.
Mamma sent me to get you.

- Tina, honey!
- She's not in here.

Clear up top!
Where are you, baby?

Tina!

Shit! That tree's gonna hit.
We gotta get out.

She's not in here.

Hit the deck!

Propane!

Get her outta here!

Too late, Chief.
The wall's closed. We're trapped.

Shake and bake.

OK.

Hey, Monica.

Monica, it's getting
kinda tropical here.

Yeah, I know. He just
hasn't called yet.

May God help us.

It's gonna be OK, baby.
We'll get you to Mommy.

This water'll make you
cool, sweetheart.

- Pee-Wee.
- It's OK, baby. Pee-Wee's gonna be fine.

Mommy! Pee-Wee! Mommy.

Smokejump 2, this is Big Dipper.
What's your location?

We're on the forest service road.
Big Dipper, I'm gonna need a double hit.

I need one on my location,
and I need one

a quarter of a mile to the north,
at the house.

Smokejump 2, I can't hit both places.
Only half load left. Over.

House or road, Smokejump 2.
Which is it. Over.

What's it gonna be, Smokejump 2?
The road or the house? Over.

Hit the road!
Hit the road!

OK, you've just jumped
out of a perfectly

good airplane and landed
in the top of a tree.

Which is why we wear these
otherwise idiotic-looking suits.

The fire's about five miles away.
You got a little time, so let's review.

You got a 10,000-acre fire,
and it's breathing right down your throat.

Sherman!
You all right up there?

Uh... yeah.

Am I gonna have to
come up there and get you?

No, sir.

You gotta get down now!
Go! Go! Go!

Remember,
every second counts here.

Trust me, you don't wanna
get caught in the path of a firestorm.

OK, it's getting hot now.
Real hot.

At 300 degrees, trees explode
from their own boiling sap.

At 500 degrees, rocks explode.
So Let's go. Faster! Faster! Faster!

Aargh!

Not quite that fast, son.

- Who rigged the safety lines?
- I did.

You think maybe you oughta
shorten 'em next time?

All right. Get your gear together,
head over to the plane.

Sherman!

You know, I'm not sure whether you're tying
to kill yourself or you're tying to kill me.

But dropping that Pulaski on me
will cost you points.

Yeah. I know. It just slipped.

Some smokejumpers spend an hour each day
polishing and sharpening their Pulaski's.

They'll give 'em names,
carve designs in 'em.

Hell, I've known some guys that have
slept with these things under their pillows.

Granted, they were lonely
and disturbed men.

Bottom line, never, ever,

ever... drop your
Pulaski out of a tree.

- Got it.
- No, Sherm, you don't got it.

And you're gonna need a lot
more work before you do get it.

Now, tomorrow morning I want you
to report to the county crew chief.

You're gonna have to pound some
more ground before you fly the sky.

- But...
- Sorry, son. That's it.

"Gonna have to pound more ground
before you fly the sky"?

- Not bad, huh? How we doing?
- Prem damn good.

Gee, these times are a lot faster
than I ever got down when I was in training.

You had an exceptionally useless
jackass for an instructor.

- Wynt!
- Wynt!

- How's the new chief?
- You gotta reconsider this retirement.

- The new guy is an idiot, Wynt.
- Total weasel.

- Oh, yeah?
- I gotta clean up some stud.

Hey, Pete, how's Jeannie doing?

She keeps saying she wants
that little alien out of her.

- You got a name?
- "Wynt" if it's a boy.

- You don't have to kiss his ass any more.
- "Cowboy" if it's a girl.

- Well, at least she'll be pretty.
- Yeah.

You should
go talk to him, Jess.

Giddy-up.

Look... everybody wants me
to ask you one more time.

Are you sure you
wanna do this?

We've been over that.
I can't jump any more.

Agh! You can still jump.

OK, I could jump.

I just can't land. It's over,
Jess. I don't mind.

- I just can't help feeling bad about this.
- Why should you feel bad?

If I hadn't gone in after that little girl,
you'd still be jumping.

If you hadn't gone after
that little girl, she'd be dead.

Well, what the hell are you gonna do?
You gonna retire, retire?

Yeah, right. The pension we make?
If I wanted to live in a refrigerator box...

Nah, I'll get some kinda job
by the end of the summer.

First I'm going to the Baia,
do some fishing. Speaking of which,

I was wasting my time up on the Chilkoot
yesterday, where it runs through D4.

They sold that track to developers.

I don't know if it's the winds or what,
but it's dy as hell up there.

Moisture level's gotta be below
seven per cent. Keep a close eye on it.

There's something I wanna show you.

Oh, and I heard about the
surprise party tonight.

- What surprise party?
- I told you, I don't want anything, Jesse.

I don't know what you're
talking about.

Who told you?

Must have fallen down
behind the file cabinet years ago.

Found it while I was cleaning up.
Your old man had just been made chief.

Looks funny with hair, don't he?

- Do you think about him?
- Yeah, I think about him.

I think about him every time I jump,
every time I brush my teeth,

every time I start my car.

Jess, I probably wouldn't retire if I didn't
know the unit would be in such good hands.

- Thanks, Chief.
- You're welcome, Chief.

Ah, it's yours.

You better get going.

- You guys good to go?
- You betcha.

What a great day to fly, huh?

Boy, I'll tell ya, God
gave us a good one here.

You couldn't ask for a better day
to jump out of a perfectly good airplane.

Oh! I'm pumped up!

You pumped up? Let's go!

Let's load 'em up.

You wanna give the money back?
You think that's gonna square it?

You don't know the kinda
people we're dealing with.

You do not back out
on people like this.

Look, just do the job
and keep the money.

Have a few Coronas
and forget about it.

A few bunnies'll get hurt, and I'm sad
about that, but I'll get over it, OK?

OK.

OK, so I got it arranged
with the four I told you:

Loomis, Karge,
Wilkins and Packer.

Plus me. That makes five.
All right?

- Excellent. Who has the map?
- Wilkins. Wilkins got the map.

You've done an exemplar job, Mr. Davis.

There's a lot I can't do. We don't even know
If there's gonna be another fire this year.

- Well, nature will take care of that.
- Yeah?

How the hell you think you'll get on
the crew? These people aren't stupid.

Maybe they save money
by letting convicts

fight forest fires,
but they're aware of the risk.

That's why they only
let the short-timers on,

not guys they think will rabbit.

Don't worry your little rockabilly
head about it. I'll get on the crew.

Yeah, right. I guess nature's
gonna provide for that too, huh?

No.

That I will take care of myself.

Davis. Keep moving.

Shaye. You got a visitor.

I spoke to the federal prosecutor
and the state attorney general.

If the money is returned,
a large amount

of which will go to aid
the victims families,

they'll transfer you outta here.
Now, it won't be to some county club,

but at least you won't be spending
the rest of your life in the hole.

Yeah, right. Like a guy's gonna steal
$37,000,000 just so he can turn it back in!

Well?

As much as I would like to
get out of this den of pigs,

I've told you before,
I can't help you.

There's no money.

I'm innocent.

Well, if that's the case,
there's nothing I can do.

Here. Might as well sign this,
let'em know I made the offer.

THE MATCH IS LIT

( # "Cat People (Putting Out the fire)"
by David Bowie)

See these eyes, so green

I can stare for
a thousand years

Colder than the moon

It's been so long

Feel my blood enraged

It's just the fear
of loosing you

Don't you know my name?

Well, you've been so long

And I've been putting out fire

With gasoline

See these eyes, so red

Red like jungle burning bright

Those who feel me near

Pull the blinds and
change their minds

- Smokejump 1 to base camp.
- Go ahead, Smokejump 1.

Monica, it looks like we have about ten
hot acres in D4. That's Delta four. Over.

I'll be damned. D4.

- How's the wind?
- Nothing much.

Tell him to come on back.

- Jesse says return to base, Andy.
- Copy, base camp.

- Come on. Let's go!
- Hold your horses, Cowboy.

Lots of roads run in and out of there.
Doesn't sound like it's moving that fast.

We'll call up County, have them
send in a couple of their crews.

D4.

That old son of a bitch.

Surprise! I told you
I'd take care of it myself.

Say hi to Elvis and Buddy
Holly for me, huh?

Belcher.

Benson.

Bevins.

Davis.

Dwyer.

Roger, county crew.
17 inmates loading.

Due to arrive at quadrant D4,
that's D4, at 0800 hours.

Karge.

Loomis.

McKenzie.

Nelson.

Phillips.

Potts.

Packer.

Reynolds.

Robinson.

Rogers.

Williams.

Wheeler.

Young.

- Move.
- What?

Tell me where Davis is.

You're obviously Mr. Karge.

And Mr Packer.

Mr. Wilkins.

No. I'm Wilkins.

- Then you must be Mr. Loomis.
- We all know who you are, Shaye.

Mr. Davis is in the enfermay.

Then you're just about
to join him there, pal.

Well, for your own financial good,
I wouldn't be too impetuous, gentlemen.

It's all part of the plan.

Mr. Davis is faking an illness,

and we'll be long gone before
they discover that there are two Davises.

He just volunteered to stay behind
out of the goodness of his heart?

No. He volunteered to stay behind because
of his desire for a substantial bonus.

He will receive seven
million dollars instead

of the five million each
of you are getting.

- Hold on, what five million?
- Keep your mouth shut, OK?

What? What's your problem?

Davis said that we each get four.

- Break it up, you two.
- I don't understand the discrepancy.

I told him five.

Well, he fucking said four.

Having a nice meeting, boys?

I said $20,000,000 to be split four ways.
Now, that's five million apiece.

Davis said to put it in a
foreign account in his name,

and that he would arrange payments.

That son of a bitch.
He thinks we're stupid.

I don't see how he could.

Soon as we get clear
we'll get word inside.

When Davis gets outta that infirmay

- he's going into the morgue.
- Just outta curiosity, what was he faking?

I believe he said something
about a pain in the neck.

Damn.

Hey, Sherman, we got company.

Hoods in the woods!

- I wouldn't do that if I was you.
- It'll be funny.

- Hilarious.
- Shh-shh-shh!

Where were we? That's right, I was
in the middle of kicking your narrow ass.

That's right.

Jeez, is that smoke up there?

I don't see anything, Jess.

It's probably just steam
from the factory. Ready?

All right. Fire away!

Hey, what were
you expecting? This?

Shit!

You were right, Cowboy.
That was funny.

Hey, Chris,
I need a hand here.

- You better get to work and stop this shit.
- My back.

I'm telling you, Wilkins,
the other guys are working their butts of.

- Hey, Childs!
- What?

- Should we be so damn close to the fire?
- You should be right where you are.

You don't know shit about fires.

I think you should call and make sure
we got a hope in hell of getting out alive.

I think you should shut up
and get back to work.

Righto, Chief.

..like, right in my neck.

Hey! The fire's jumped!

Don't let him get to the radio!

Everybody down! Nobody move!

- Everybody down! Hands on your head!
- Stay where you are.

- Don't shoot!
- That means you, tough guy!

Good job.

- You have the map?
- Y-Yeah, I got it.

Thanks.

Ah, shit.

- What the hell happened here?
- I nailed the son of a bitch.

But he got of a shot and
he killed Mr. Wilkins.

Good kid.

We split his share. Right?

Yeah, of course.

Round them all up.

Jesse.
The fire in D4 has jumped

the break and has headed
south into the park.

OK, call in Wynt.
Tell him he's not going fishing.

And call that county crew on 24.
I want 'em all outta there.

- Where are you going?
- To get my hair done.

Not so fast, Andy.

You heard him.
Call Wynt.

Karge! Karge! Come on, man,

take me with ya! I can shoot a gun, man!

We're just firefighters, OK?!

According to this, we take the
service road right to the trading post.

Why am I telling you? You can read a map.
You were a pilot, right?

I know how. Not that I used 'em much.

Maps don't mean shit when
you're flying at night.

- Hey, is that tattoo still there?
- Uh, no. No, it's not.

- You get your training in the air force?
- Yeah, then two years in the brig.

After that, well...

I feel confident, knowing
I got a military guy along.

Smokejump base camp

to county crew. County
crew, come in, please.

Smokejump base camp to county crew.
County crew, come in.

- Think we should get someone out there?
- Mm-hm.

- Get me the sheriff.
- Smokejump base camp, this is county crew.

This is Smokejump base camp.

You guys gotta get outta there.
The wind's gusting to 30.

Tell me about it.
It's hotter than hell here.

We've got everybody on board the bus.
As soon as I sign of the radio, we're gone.

That is just what I wanted to hear.
Call when you get clear. Base out.

Over and out.

Have a lovely life, gentlemen.

Hey, Sherm, still got your Pulaski?

We're gonna die in here.

- That is so nasty.
- Yeah.

Hey! What the hell are you doing?

From now on we're
Canadian firefighters.

Last time I checked,
they didn't cary guns.

- Lose 'em.
- We're gonna be sitting ducks out there.

Ah, shit!

- Smokejump 1 to base camp.
- Smokejump 1, this is base camp.

You get that county
crew on 24 outta there?

They were leaving as I called.

Good. We're gonna
head over to L-11 and

see if we can't slow
the son of a bitch down.

When Wynt gets
in tell him that

new red blob on his
infrared is a backfire.

Jesse.

Out.

Don't we have to get
authorization for that?

Right, Chief. L-11, here we come.

Wrestler, huh?
I loved wrestling when I was a kid.

Big guy like you must've been
a badass. What'd they call you?

The Mad Monk.
Shaved my head, wore a hood.

Then I was Attila
the Hun for a while.

But the wig kept sliding over my eyes,

so the other wrestlers
beat the shit outta me.

I hate to break up this get-to-know-you
session, but where the hell are we?

- You ever fight Bobby Renaldo?
- Loomis! Could you shut up for a second?

Look at the map, tell us
how much farther to the trading post!

- Hey, we're here.
- Which means, my ever-impatient friend,

that the road that we're looking for
is right beyond that ridge.

We're almost outta here, boys.

You ever kill a man, Mr Karge?
It really is quite exhilarating, you know.

Jesse's backfire show on the infrared?

Just coming through now.

Wind speed?

Uh, base camp is at 20,
gusting up to 40.

40?

That should do it.
Let's go check out the east flank.

Did we ever get a call from County
telling us they were clear?

Call 'em.

Smokejump base camp calling
county crew. County crew, come in, please.

Smokejump base camp calling county crew.
Come in, please.

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
They can't hear you. Now, shut the fuck up!

Smokejump base camp
calling county crew. Come in, please.

I've got a pen. Now, somebody ty
and pick that damn lock down there.

Pass it down there.

Give it to me!

Come on, Belcher.

Smokejump base camp calling county crew.
County crew, come in, please.

Easy!

- Hurry up!
- Come on, Belcher. Come on, buddy.

Get down there. Do it. Come on.
Come on, stick it in there.

Come on, Belcher.

Come on! Come on! Come on!

- Oh, come on, man!
- Stick it in there.

Come on, Belcher.

Come on, buddy.

You idiot!

Told ya I shoulda done it.

- They're not responding, Wynt.
- Should we call the sheriff?

- No, we're closer. I'll go.
- You want us to go with you?

No, you guys wait here.
County might need

you at any minute.
Hey, Monica, keep trying.

And let me know if Jesse gets back.

What the fuck...?

- I thought you knew where we were going.
- I do.

- Did we go in a circle?
- No, that's another fire.

If we go along this ridge line
we can probably out Flank it.

Come on, we got time.

Hey!

Wait!

I'm so happy to see you.

There's a big fire coming.

- What the heck you doing out here?
- I study birds and I was...

We gotta get going now.

We'd all like to get our butts back
to Alberta in one piece if possible, eh?

- Alberta?
- We're down from Canada helping out.

- Can you take me outta here?
- Righto. But no bike, eh?

Captain, could we ask
you something, eh?

Go hurry up and get your gear.

Nice accent. I thought you were gonna throw
something in about Gretzm and the French.

Do yourselves a favour. Keep your
mouths shut and let me do the talking.

What the hell are
you bringing her for?

Are you kidding?

A female hostage - that's insurance.
Piece of the fucking rock.

- I'm not gonna take anything else.
- All right.

- OK. I'm ready.
- Hey, lady. No worries.

I can't breathe!

- I can't breathe!
- You're gonna let all the smoke in!

I'd rather die from smoke
than roast like meat in a can!

Jesse. Ground-pounders.

What the hell are they
doing down there?

They're walking right
into the backfire.

I'll call Monica.
She can send in the plane.

Too late. Take me down.

- And land where?
- Then take me up.

Come on, Jesse, not again!
You are not jumping...

You're right, I'm not jumping.
It's more like falling.

Ah, shit!

- So, you're into birds too?
- Yeah.

Oh, that's great, you know, cos I love 'em.
I really love birds.

I had one of the little green guys,

the parakeech, when I was a kid.
It was great.

- Go up and take the point.
- All right.

- You doing all right?
- Yeah.

Good.

Shaye.

Shit.

Argh!

Hey! You all right down there, Chief?

Will be when we get outta here.

What the hell are you
guys doing here anyway?

You were headed into a bacMire.

- Lucky for us you're out here.
- Luck had nothing to do with it.

- I set the bacMire.
- You set it?

We set 'em to draw oxygen
away from the main fire.

I'm afraid this one's
running hard on us.

We're gonna need to
get moving now. Let's go.

- For God's sake, man, get us outta here.
- Where are the keys?

Right out there.

Anybody here know
how to hot-wire a bus?

We were headed for a place
called the trading post.

Our chief said he'd meet us there.

Good, cos that's where we're going.
What the hell are you doing at D4?

Not supposed to be
anyone near that zone.

We were doing a sweep
for campers in D-3.

I guess we must've
drived into D4.

Anyway, she's the only
one that we found.

Why were you on the ridge line?

Guess it seems kinda stupid right now,
but I thought it was the fastest way out.

Fire runs uphill.
You know that.

We'd no idea where we were
until we were in the thick of it.

You know us loan-out fire bums. Kinda green
when it comes to the terrain, you know.

Sure am glad you dropped out.

Hey, Wynt.

Does the name Randall Alexander
Shaye ring a bell?

Yeah, wasn't there some
kinda robbery?

Dawson Pass train robbery
four years ago.

He and five guys hit a
federal depository

transfer train in a
tunnel in Colorado.

Right. He buried everyone alive.

The guards, train crew,
his own men. 17 dead.

He got caught,
but not before he hid the money.

I think we can safely say
this fire was no accident.

The firefighters say Shaye and his
men took their shirts and helmets.

Then tell the roadblocks
to hold any fire crews.

What's wrong? Take in
a little smoke today?

Yeah, maybe a little.

Goddamn, that's
one hell of a climb.

Hey, nice going. Our chief
ought to be here any minute now.

Look, I'm gonna go
and get some water.

- Can I get anybody anything?
- I thought it was closed.

I got a key.

Hey! When we get outta here,

I'm gonna buy you a nice
big canadian beer, eh?

Mr. Karge...

do you think that you
could take the fireman?

- Yes.
- Good. Kill him.

What?

If you make another sound,
I'll break your arms.

Goddammit, you don't
have to do shit like that.

No, I do. I really fucking do.

Mr. Loomis, there's a Suburban parked
right on the other side of those trees.

You gentlemen kindly take our guest
and wait for me there.

I'm gonna give Mr. Karge a hand.

In case you haven't noticed,
we're not firemen.

Come on, Monica. Pick up,
pick up, come on.

You gotta be there.

Hey, it's gonna be OK, cos I
ain't gonna let him hurt you no more.

You're just our insurance, that's all.

You know, I was thinking
um, when we get outta this,

if you and I could just
spend a little time together...

well...

you'd see that I'm a good guy.

I took this, um, this cooking class
when I was inside, and, uh...

well, I ain't no great chef or nothing,
but I figure I could get a good job.

Now the final round.
Still undefeated.

The man you love to hate.

The Executioner.

Still undefeated.

Hey! What's going on?
What are you doing?

- What am I doing?
- Open the door, Shaye!

I'm killing you, you stupid moron.

- Come on!
- It's nothing personal.

It's... strictly a
matter of mathematics.

- It is my money.
- Open the door!

- I will do this for you.
- Open it!

Try not to think about it, you know.

Just think about a happy time
when you were a kid.

Get out!

I think you might need this.

- Let's go.
- Wait, what happened to Karge?

The fireman put
an axe in his chest.

But don't worry, he's
burning in hell for it.

Come on, let's go.

Shit! We can't jump in that!

Yeah, I know.

It's up to Jesse,
but I say till these winds die down,

we go help the ground crews in D-5.

Hey! Where is Jesse?

- He jumped!
- He what?!

We saw some
ground-pounders in the woods

between the main fire
and Jesse's backfire.

They weren't firefighters.
It was a prison break.

How could you let him do that?
He saved your life.

Well, my dear, if you're looking for
an ally in Mr. Packer, I must caution you.

The man has raped numerous women,
amongst other barnyard creatures, I'm sure.

That would make you a goddamn liar.
I ain't ever raped no one.

Why live in denial, Mr. Packer?
Be who you are. Let it all hang out.

And in your case, that's what's
known as a sexual predator.

Hey, Dr. Auschlander said
I was all right.

- He just said it was a chemical imbalance.
- Chemical imbalance!

I know what chemical
is imbalanced.

Funny guy.

Just kidding, Mr. Packer.
Don't be so sensitive.

He's a pervy, lady bird.

Fuck you!

Before you got here the
phone rang a few times.

When I got to it the voice cut out.

- What are you saying?
- It could have been Jesse.

On what? One of the many
payphones in the forest?

There's a phone
at the trading post, buttmunch.

Not any more there isn't.
Isn't that the trading post?

- That's not part of the fire.
- No.

I'll get the sheriff to go take a look.
You guys help the ground-pounders.

Come on, Cowboy.

So, how are we
gonna get outta here?

Why don't you let me worry
about that, huh?

You can bet they've found
that bus by now.

- I'm sure they have.
- There's gonna be roadblocks everyhere.

Mr. Packer, why don't you just
keep charming your girlfriend

and leave the thinking
to those better suited for it?

- We're not going by road, Einstein.
- Oh, we're flying?

Too risk. If they couldn't fly,
neither could we.

- So then what?
- They'll be watching the roads.

But I doubt that they'll
be watching the rivers.

We're just gonna float out.

Whoa!

Jesus! What's the chance
of that happening?

Virtually none.

Get in the truck.

- Go!
- Hang on!

Let's go.

- Nice work.
- We won't be seeing them again.

Get me close enough
that I can kill 'em!

Why kill them?
They're just running away.

Where do you think they're running?
To Burger King?

You said everybody knows
we're on the run!

But they don't know how
we plan to escape. She does.

- Switch places with me.
- What?!

Do it! Do it now!

Come on! Closer!

What the hell's she doing?

Come on!

I'll kill you!

What are you doing, idiot?
Drive! Drive!

We got him now. I want
the son of a bitch.

Damn! They're
closing in on us.

There's only one way
outta here now!

Turn! Go! Go!

Turn!

Take over!

I got it.

Look out!

Just hang on!

- Hang on!
- No kidding!

Hang on. I gotta
steer this thing!

Hang on!

Shit. I hate water.

Agh! Argh!

No hurry here!

I'm just drowning!

Save your bullets.
You can't hit them from here.

Goddammit!
Now we're good and fucked!

Don't be such a pessimist,
Mr. Packer. Come on.

Why don't we just get
the hell outta here?

We are getting the hell out of here.

We're still headed to the
same place we've always been.

Oh, yeah.
Wherever the hell that is.

If you don't like it, feel free
to go anywhere you want.

I'll be happy to hold your share.

- I mean, that is, if you make it.
- But what about them?

We'll kill them.

I hope there's something
important in there.

Damn important.

Save-the-lives-of-chlldren-around
-the-world kinda important.

You bet there is.

Cyanocitta stelleri, huh?

- You're a bird-watcher?
- It's a weekend hobby.

Think you dropped this.

...taking us on this
wild-goose chase...

- Why are they still following us?
- It's bullshit...

Because I know
their escape route.

They've got a boat to take
them up the river into Canada.

It's gotta be the Humber.
They'll have to put in at Crane Lake.

About eight miles that way.

The way that fire's behaving
on both sides of us,

- That's the safest place to be.
- So we should get there first.

Sorry to have to search
you, but there's been

a prison break, so we
have to check people...

Sheriff.

- There's a body in the store, Wynt.
- Jesse?

We won't know for a while.

Any sign of the rest of them?
They could be anywhere.

Wish we could send
up some planes, man.

But we're smoked in, you know?

Head back to headquarters.
I'll call you the second we hear anything.

Thanks, Garrett.

I had to fly down a canyon
like this once in Colombia

with their international
guard on my trail.

- Sounds like you were a prem good pilot.
- Yeah, I was.

Why don't we see
if you still know how to fly, huh?

Argh!

Loomis!

Oh, God.

What happened?

We were just talking.
He turned around to look at me.

He slipped.

Jesus.

Jesus.

- Would you hurry up?
- This isn't gonna work.

- My leg's killing me.
- Let me look at it.

No. I'm holding you up.

You get to Crane Lake.
You'll be safe there.

First let me look at your knee.

These guys are coming across
that river any minute.

When they do, we're dead.

We will be if you look like Big Bird.
Lose the shirt.

- This isn't too bad. I can pop it back in.
- Right.

- Might hurt a bit.
- You're serious.

This is not fixing a
bird's broken wing.

I need an orthopedist,
and you're a bird-watcher.

- Ornithologist to you.
- How'd you do that?

Combat medic training,
marine corps. Semper fi.

- You? A marine?
- I may as well have been.

My dad's in the corps,
third generation.

Guess who was supposed
to be the fourth.

- Guess who wanted a boy.
- Guess who got three girls.

Every summer was
like boot camp.

I can't cook, but I field-strip an M-16
and shoot it at marksman level.

Set bones, tape sprains,
stop bleeding.

And if you choke, I do a nim tracheotomy
with a pocket knife and a ballpoint pen.

I chew vey carefully, thank you.

- So, Shaye, about my cut of the money...
- Shh.

What now?

We need to let some friends of mine
know where we are.

- Your dad teach you any survival training?
- Yeah.

He teach you how to start a fire
with a rock and a stick?

We were lucky if we got
a big and some mud.

Pretty cocky, huh? OK.

Let's see how good you are.

Huh.

They should see this at headquarters.
If they're not playing Ping-Pong.

Uh-huh. Like smoke signals.

Mr. Viddel,
how involved are

you in the escape?
Can we have a statement?

Mr. Viddel, can you tell
us what's going on?

I was Mr. Shaye's
attorney, not his friend.

I'm as shocked and horryfied as anyone
by what happened here today.

The sheriff ID that
body at the trading post?

- He's not dead, Wynt.
- What?

I mean he's not dead.
Look.

That's Jesse.

Look at that. Son of a bitch.
He can't stay there, the fire's running.

If he can get to Crane Lake
before the fire does, he'll be fine.

Oh, yeah? What's that? Call the
weather service, see if it's a cold front.

If it is, those two fires will collide
and suck all the oxygen out of the air.

He won't survive,
not even in the lake.

He'll be in the middle of a firestorm.

Dammit!

The fire jumped ahead of us.
It's moving faster than I thought.

We'll just have to
wait for it to burn out.

They're right behind us.
We can't go back.

You got anything in that pouch?
Besides eggs?

A Zippo.

- Come on, what do you got?
- I got binocs, karabiners, rope.

Good. I got an idea.

So, what the hell were
you tying to do here?!

Burn us?! Ha-ha!

Nice try, asshole!

Don't you ever shut up?

Run! They're coming!

Jesse!

Jesse!

Hey, what'd you run away for? I gave you
my word you were gonna be all right.

- Come on.
- Jesse!

- Come on, I ain't gonna hurt you.
- Look out!

My leg, you asshole!

Argh!

Hold your fire, you crazy bastard!
He's holding me up!

You want some of this?

Come on!

No!

Aaagghh!

You inconsiderate son of a bitch!

Why the hell were you
shooting at him?

He was holding me up!

You shot me in my arm,
you psycho mothesucker!

Cut me down, you selfish asshole!
Right now!

With pleasure.

Argh!

Hey. Hey. What's the matter?
Does that hurt?

You didn't really think
I'd share my money

with a piece-of-shit lowlife rapist
like yourself, did you?

Huh?

What's the matter?
Cat got your tongue?

Hey, smokejumper!
You still alive?!

Hey, Jesse!

Probably not.

If you are, I got your girl here.

Come and get her.

Walk faster.

You know, I'm hurt.

I really thought that
you might thank me.

- What?
- Nothing profuse or anything.

I mean just a simple little "Thank you
vey much for killing that rapist guy."

But is that what I get, huh? No.

No, what I get is all this slow-walking
I-gotta-tie-my-shoes crap.

I warn you, don't test me.

Now we're either a
happy couple lost in a

huge disaster or I'm
the Lone fucking Ranger.

Walk fast or I'm gonna shoot you
in the head. Your choice.

Excellent choice.

You know, I really don't like people
jumping outta my helicopter!

Yeah, yeah.

We shouldn't be up in
this weather anyway.

I can't hear you, Andy.
There's something I gotta do.

Move it.

Jesus, Wynt!

- Let go! Stop it!
- How do you feel about a little boat trip?

- There's a girl with him.
- I know. She's a hostage.

D4.

No one's that smart.
Not even you, Wynt.

Why'd you do it?

It was supposed to be a
controlled burn for a developer.

I needed the cash.

Smokejumping was all I had.
I've got nothing left now.

I didn't know about
the prison break.

- Why didn't you come to me?
- It was just too late.

- I'm sick of your shit.
- Let's get that girl!

- Do what I tell you!
- I'll go behind the boat shed.

- Wait here for my signal.
- Jesse!

I'm sorry.

Race you down, Chief.

Not this time, Chief.

Move it! Get to the front
of the boat and untie it.

- Who the hell are you?
- You and your lawyer set me up!

Oh, yeah, I know ya.
The corruptible smokejumper.

Wynt!

Agh!

You are pissing me off!

Let's go! Let's go! Come on!

Get under the boat!

We gotta keep the air in.
help me hold the boat down.

- What's that?
- It's gotta be fuel tanks exploding.

Oh, my God.

Watch out.

Hold it down or it'll
suck the air right outta here!

The fire's right on top of us!

Keep holding it down!

What's the matter?
Not happy to see me?

- What now?
- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

I'll be damned! They're
ugly little critters!

- I know. Don't you just love 'em?
- Well, I guess I could learn to.

Sherman!
Open your chute!

Sherman! Now!

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