1 1 1 HELICOPTER ROTORS WHIRR MAN: Army Rangers have a proud history. Since the 1700s, Rangers have led the way in every major confrontation in which the United States has been involved. You men are a credit to that fine heritage, and I'm sorry to see you go. But you've served well, and you've displayed the ability to fight on to the Ranger objective and complete its mission, never leaving behind a fallen comrade, no matter what the odds. I thank you. America thanks you. And I wish you luck wherever you go. And remember... ...Rangers lead the way. RELAXED, ROMANTIC MUSIC Hi, Trisha. Hi, Trisha. Hey. Hey, Tricia Poe. Hello, Dale. (Trisha Yearwood sings) # How do I # Get through one night without you? # If I had to live without you # What kind of life would that be... # Hey. Hey. # I need you in my arms Need you to hold me... # Hummingbird. Heck, look at you. I'd take a beating half my life to get that woman. How's my baby? She's doing fine. Yeah? Are you kidding me? (Giggles) What? Sweetie... Hey, shhh! I'm in the middle of something here! You're going to be a Miss Alabama? Well, that makes your daddy very proud. # How do I breathe without you # If you ever go... # Tricia Poe! You little angel, you. How about joining me and the boys for a cold one? No, thanks. Who's your Captain Huckleberry here? You know this gentleman, honey? He's a regular. Yeah, I'm a regular. Regular HOUND DOG! (Guffaws) This is a special occasion. I'd like to spend it dancing with my wife. Tell you what, Soldier Dick, why don't you go buy me and my buddies a round? Hey, Cameron. No. It ain't worth it. Hey. Come on, Daddy. Let's dance. (Scoffs) Chicken shit! Because of pussies like you, we lost Vietnam! We don't need trouble. Oh, you should be so proud! For a second, you were THAT guy again. I know it. I was hoping maybe the army would make that guy grow up. He has. # How do I live without you? # I want to know # How do I breathe without you # If you ever go? # THUNDER OMINOUS MUSIC (Smashes glass) Hey, Gomer! Thought you might need some help escorting your old lady home! Cameron, let's go home! Get in the car. Come on, man. Cameron! Yi-hee! Cameron, get in the car! Ugh! (Yells) Dale! DALE! TENSE MUSIC CRUNCH! Arggh! Eat this, you son of a bitch! (Screams hideously) TRAGIC MUSIC (Yells) Tricia! Tricia! My God! He's dead. Cameron, this guy's dead. MAN: Admit the facts. Enter a plea bargain. I will not plead guilty. You could get 10 years. Admit to it, you'll get four. You'll serve maybe a year. Cameron Poe, you have pleaded guilty to manslaughter in the first degree. With your military skills, you are a deadly weapon. You're not subject to the same laws as other people that are provoked, because you can respond with deadly force. This court orders that you be remanded to a Federal penitentiary, where you shall remain incarcerated for a term not less than seven to 10 years. (Thumps gavel) SOMBRE MUSIC (Man wolf whistles) Yo! Over here! Hey! Hey! DOOR CLANKS CAMERON NARRATES: Dearest Tricia, I think of you always - your smile, your laugh. I'm not angry. The blame's got to fall on me. I am, however, torn apart, when I think I won't be there to see our child come into the world, cradled in your arms, and her first smile. I got your package. Those pink coconut things have made me quite popular. Met a guy just the other day - Baby-O. He sure does love 'em. And now, our daughter, beautiful Casey. I watch her grow in the pictures you send. I showed Baby-O - his reaction was simple. He said, "Thank God she looks like her momma." I'd have to agree. It's funny, but here I am in maybe the worst place on earth, and yet somehow I feel like the luckiest man alive. SHOUTING CASEY: Dear Daddy, I started today at the Little Sunshine Day Care Centre. My teacher is Miss Gordon. She is nice. We go to playtime and have to hold hands when we walk there. Dear Casey, it was so good to read your letter. I'm glad you like your teacher. We don't exactly have playtime, like you. We do go outside though, but normally we don't hold hands. MAN ON TAPE: My wife and I will have our margaritas on the yacht. Mi esposa y yo vamos a tomar unas margaritas en el yate, por favor. Dear Daddy, today was my first day at first grade. I didn't like it. I don't want to go back tomorrow. This boy, Scotty Dalton, has black teeth and calls me names. Momma says I have to go back. Tell her not to make me. Dear Casey, hopefully this finds you still going to the first grade. School is very important. Your momma's right. Now, don't you worry about little Scotty Dalton. Sometimes you meet people like that, but don't let them get you down. Dear Daddy, are you ever coming home? Dear Casey, of course I'm coming home. It's just a little while longer, and all the things we missed doing together, you can be sure we'll do. Dear Hummingbird, break out the fine china, chill the lemonade, tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree, because this boy's coming home to his ladies - coming home for ever. Let's hope I'm not a disappointment to Casey or to you. SIZZLING Love, Cameron. "My daddy is coming home on July 14. "My birthday is July 14. "I'm going to see my daddy for the first time ever on July 14. "I can't wait to meet you." Isn't that the cutest thing you've ever heard? Yeah, man. Hey, now, what is this? I can't see my little daughter on her birthday without bringing her a gift. Man, but that's a bunny rabbit! That's all right. She'll like it, right? It's either this or a tube of toothpaste and Pall Malls at the canteen. THAT'S a present. (Snickers) I'll remember that on your birthday. You do that, man. (Sighs) "Having to be made to appear to the United States Parole Commission, "Cameron Poe is eligible to be paroled." It might be a long time before one has my name on it. You'll get your date some day, Baby-O. I ain't worried about that, man. But at this new prison you're going to, who'll watch your back? God's got my back. You know what I'm saying? Ha ha! I'm going home, son! Don't be getting all juicy on me! Get off, man. Step out. FUNKY BLUES MUSIC Goodbye. Goodnight. MAN: The US Marshal Service annually flies 155,000 prisoners around the country for transfers, legal hearings and medical exams. As you know, today's flight is a special one. We're populating Alabama's Feltham Penitentiary - the newest super-max facility in the system. This place was designed to warehouse the worst of the worst. Now, most of these guys are lifers, some on death row. Pure predators - each and every one of them. STRIDENT MUSIC BABY-O: Hey, lady. Lady is a dog in a Walt Disney movie. My name is Guard Bishop. I've got to get my shot before getting on some aeroplane, Guard Bishop. What's your name? Odell. They didn't give me my shot last night. OK. You're diabetic. Your insulin will be given to you in-flight. Cameron Poe. Yes, ma'am. You're still under full restraints until released from your original prison, understand? Yes, ma'am. As long as I'm home on time, I don't mind. It's my daughter's birthday. Well, congratulations. I got locked out before she was born. She ain't never seen me. And why not? No way would she meet her daddy in a prison visiting room, surrounded by homemade cookies and love-starved murderers. No way. You have a walking, talking reason to rehabilitate. LAID-BACK FUNKY MUSIC MAN: So today let's exemplify our three operative words... ..firm, fair and vigilant. (Mimes) Now, let's go to work. We off-load six in Carson City. The rest are shipping to Feltham. Good. Let's deal with DEA boys. You know this guy? Haven't had the pleasure. He's a real piece of work. TYRES SCREECH Duncan, good to see you. She sure is beautiful. Hey - beautiful? Sunsets are beautiful. Newborn babies are beautiful. This - this is fucking SPECTACULAR. Duncan, this is Vince Larkin. He's overseeing the transport. Vince - Duncan Malloy, DEA. Nice to meet you. I'm sure we'll enjoy... working on this together. SCREECH! GRUNGY ROCK GUITAR Hey, how are you doing? Do you know each other? Mark Sims, DEA. This is our file on Francisco Cindino - son of Eduardo, prime mover of Colombian narcotics. It'll be an all-star flight. This kid's a potential fountain of information about the family business. 11� OK? Yeah. Look at him - a nice college boy, right? For months he gave up nothing. It's our last chance before the FBI gets him. Those assholes won't get the glory! We pick up Cindino in Carson City. From then until the plane hits Alabama, we've got two hours. You're sitting next to him, and he's known to be garrulous to thieves. What the fuck is 'garrulous'? What the fuck is 'garrulous'? That would be 'loquacious', 'verbose', 'effusive'. How about 'chatty'? What's with dictionary boy here? Thesaurus boy, I think, is more appropriate. You got your gun? Yeah. Whoa, whoa! A gun? We've got rules, gentlemen. Our agents always go armed. No-one carries on this flight. There's a small arsenal in the plane's belly, a pistol in the cockpit, locked box. Other than that, we keep the plane like a prison. No weapons on the aircraft, period. My man doesn't go without his gun. Then he doesn't get on the plane. OK. Well, give it to him. Give him the gun. Avoid eye contact. I got it. In jail it's a sign of aggression. Larkin, I got it. OK. P.A.: Foxtrot Charlie, we are ready to disembark. Awaiting your go on the transfer. VINCE: Well, we told you today's flight would be special. That's William Bedford, a.k.a. 'Billy Bedlam'. The mass murderer? The same. He caught his wife sleeping with another man. Left her alone. Drove to his wife's family's house. Killed her parents, brothers, sisters and dog. Scan him. Who's that good-looking brother on the screen? Nathan Jones - a.k.a. 'Diamond Dog'. Former general of the Black Guerillas. He blew up a meeting of the National Rifle Association saying, and I quote, "They represented basest negativity of the white race." He wrote a book in prison - 'Reflections in a Diamond Eye'. 'New York Times' called it "a wake-up call for the black community." They're talking to Denzel for the movie. THREATENING MUSIC MAN: Close door number one! This one's done it all - kidnapping, robbery, murder, extortion. P.A.: Foxtrot Charlie - perimeter secured. You are clear to release. His name is Cyrus Grissom - a.k.a. 'Cyrus the Virus'. 39 years old - 25 of them spent in our institutions. But he's bettered himself inside - earned two degrees, including his jurist doctorate. He also killed 11 fellow inmates, incited three riots and escaped twice. Likes to brag that he killed more men than cancer. OK, open wide. Lift your tongue. Cyrus is a poster child for the criminally insane. He's a true product of the system. What's that supposed to mean? Is he one of these sociology majors who thinks we're responsible for breeding these animals? No, but I could point a few fingers for you. Look at this walking penis. Boy, you are one skinny negro. Easy, man. Open up. (Exhales) It smells like someone shit in your mouth! He told me he loved me. Get out of my face! All right, all right! GENTLE, HEROIC MUSIC DUNCAN: Hey, Larkin, who's that guy? That is Cameron Poe - parolee hitching a ride home. He's a nobody. OK, let's do it. Nobody on the plane knows your classification, not even my guards. Guard Bishop. Hey, Larkin. Tell me, Skip - is the US Marshal Service in the habit of employing annoying, wise-ass bookworm creeps? Larkin's one of the best we've got. I'd still like to crush his larynx with my boot. Scan him. BLEEP! Face me! (Sighs) What's this shit? It's my daughter. I don't care if it's Christ - there's no personal possessions on this airplane. Just as long as you know I'm getting that back. You telling me what to do, numb-nuts?! You heard me. BISHOP: Hey, hey! Come on, break it up. Well, look at this fashion statement! Your rag got to go, home boy! Right here. P.A.: Attention, officers. Final check - all restraints. Sweet bird of freedom. Take-off in three minutes. What's up, man? No shit! What's up? I thought you were someone else. Pinball Parker - armed robber, arsonist, dope fiend. I'm a helluva nice guy. I just got caught. Oh, shucks. (Sighs) All right. Face me. I got him. Come on. Open. You guys are late to the party. OK. Go, sweetheart. What's up, Cochise? How. Hey, I'm just bugging with you. Don't get all aggro on me. You look like you want a scalping. What you looking at, punk? Nothing. I was just admiring your cage. It fits you pretty good. Well, welcome aboard. As I look around, I see lots of celebrities among us. I see 11 'Current Affair's, two 'Hard Copy's, and a genuine Geraldo interviewee. But I got to tell you, none of this impresses me, because we have rules on this aircraft. It's a lot like kindergarten. You'll keep your hands to yourself, the decibel level down. If anyone wants to scream, spit or bite, you'll get the treatment. (Spits) Fuck you, pig. Gag and bag this Nazi muffin. See, this kind of thing puts me in a foul mood. These rules will be enforced. Any hint of trouble - if anyone passes gas in my direction and offends my delicate nasal passages - your testicles WILL become my personal property. That's pretty clear. Good. (Speaks Spanish) (Speaks Spanish) They'd call me Johnny-600 if they knew the truth. Nah. Doesn't have quite the same ring to it. Anyway, I despise rapists. For me, you're somewhere between a cockroach and that white stuff that accumulates at the corner in your mouth when you're really thirsty. But in your case, I'll make an exception. Guard Falzon! What? Oh, stewardess, stewardess! What's the in-flight movie today? I think you'll like it, Cyrus. It's 'I'll Never Make Love to a Woman Again'. It's preceded by the award-winning short, 'No More Steak For Me, Ever'. (Laughs) (Cackles) Funny fucker, aren't you? I hope this goes smoothly. All those monsters on one plane. Please, Jenny. This is a well-oiled machine. The only thing to worry about is stale peanuts and turbulence. OMINOUS MUSIC Close the forward gate. Close the middle gate. TURBULENT ROCK GUITAR (Pinball gags) BABY-O: Come on, I need my shot! Coming. I'm coming. Left arm. SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC Hey, chief. If you come through this all right, hope you don't hold a grudge. What the fuck are you doing? (Howls) Help! Fire! Get the extinguisher! Open the middle gate! PINBALL: The last Mohican is burning, man! No shit! Did you see that motherfucker? He spontaneously combusted! (Agonised screams) Fucking weird, man! I've seen that shit on Discovery! BISHOP: Code Red! Code Red! I've got a fire. Where is it? ALARM PINGS The rear cabin. ALARM HONKS I thought he was singing 'YMCA', then flames! Shit! Aarrgghh! KILL HIM! Holy shit! Hold on, Bobby! Give me a taser! Hey, man! Get off my insulin! Come on! Open the door! Goddamn! ZAP! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Pinball, go! Pull the lever! Go! Go! ZAPPING CYRUS: Pinball! Behind you! Take the gun out of the locked box. Check it out. YELLING AND SCREAMING YEAH! Get them! GUNSHOT GUNSHOTS (Growls) Oh, my God! Say there was a disturbance, but everything's under control, or I WILL kill you. You'll have nobody to fly the plane. I never think that far ahead. All right, I'm doing it. Take it easy. If you say a word about this, the next wings you see will belong to the flies buzzing over your rotting corpse. Ah...Carson City. Hey! BOOM! Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. I have the only gun on board. Welcome to Con Air. CHEERING AND YELLING SOMBRE MUSIC What happened? Roger that, Carson City. There was a little ruckus and the pilot hit the alarm. Just a little ruckus? The pilot checked in. Everything's fine. The transponder's confirmed, and there's your baby. DIAMOND DOG: Damn, this pig is heavy! Whoops! (Chuckles) Shit! If we let you out, will you play nice, Billy? Probably not. (Gasps) I got a spot on my arm, just for you. BABY-O: Man, get off my medication. PINBALL: I'm sorry. It's in my way. I'll use your whole body to make me feel good. All right, man. Stop rushing. (Sighs) Ah, yeah. No? No? Oh, no, eh? (Whimpers) Maybe I'll chew it... I can't allow that. You know what I am? Ugly all day. This ain't happening. Not here. Not now. Oh, it's happening. Hey! Relax. He's right. Not here. Not now. Can you fly, Johnny? No. Keep that in mind when you look at her. If your dick jumps from your pants, you jump out of this plane. What are the numbers in Carson City? How many on, how many off? Six off and ten on. Find the six. I know three of these brothers. They're right back there. The other three are Benson, Carls and Papovitch. Where are they? That's a good question. I'm finding out. The pilot wants to know what's next? He's to land at Carson City airport as scheduled. The law is down there. Have you lost your mind? According to my last psyche evaluation, yes. Diamond Dog, if you would? Think you're free? You're not. Now, listen up. 40 or 50 US prison guards armed with shotguns are waiting for us at the next stop. Now, if you do exactly what we tell you, the rest of our lives will be a vacation in a non-extradition country. I'm talking sandy beaches... PRISONERS: Yeah! ..umbrella drinks... YEAH! ..and dirty, naked freaks! (Prisoners yell excitedly) TENSE MUSIC Wait, who's doing the paying? Our employer, Francisco Cindino. Everybody freeze. No, no, no, no, Cyrus. No, no. Get that ass out here right now! In a second. Right now! Keep cool, Boss. Shut up. Who the fuck are you? I'm DEA, that's who the fuck I am. Now, you were saying? That's very clever, Cyrus. You think I give a shit about that little bitch guard there? Maybe you didn't hear me. I'm DEA. Know what that means? You the most crooked nigger here. If you're DEA why are you on board? Won't they fly you boys commercially? Don't push me, Cyrus. I'll blow your little boyfriend right now. Next time you choose a human shield don't pick a two-bit negro crackhead. Hey! Shut up. Shoot him. Quiet, sweetheart. I think you should just stop. Stay back, man. Stay back! Stop before somebody gets killed. BACK! All right, cowboy, I'm back. Stay back! You know it's a situation you can't control? I can't control it? I can't control it? You're a dead man. Shut up! (Screams) SINISTER METAL MUSIC What's your name, convict? My name? Yeah. Poe. Nice work, Poe. Truly, nice work. (Sighs) Nice going, son. Not only did you not save this dude's life, you done made best friends with Cyrus the damn Virus. Hey, Cyrus. I got some good news and I got some bad news. Yeah, what's the good news? I found Benson, Karls and Papovitch. What's the bad news? Bad news is this dead fellow happens to be Benson. This Aryan fellow with the bullet hole in his forehead is Karls... ..and this honky he's dragging in is Papovitch. I don't know how to tell you but we're three white guys short. We're fucked. Look, man, I just want to know, all right, you didn't mean that dirty nigger crackhead shit, did you? Give me that gun. Hell, yes, I meant it. Listen, Carson City is expecting six men to get off this plane. We're gonna give them exactly that. So I need three volunteers. Come on, let's go. BILLY: Don't look at me, pal... What about her? I'm serving eight consecutive life sentences. I'm not getting off... I got my insulin but no needles. If I don't get my shot soon my mother'll be getting flowers. I'm too old for this shit. No offence. I can take care of myself. I see that. Go to the back. Anybody else? Right here, man. Us two. Right, go ahead. Go to the back. Hey! Whoa! Stop! The guys they're expecting are white. You're shit out of luck. Hey, come on, man. Sit down, one of my associates will bring the phonebook and you call the Affirmative Action office. You, go ahead. That's it. I'm gone, man. I'm dead in two hours. No. I'll get off, scream to high heaven. This plane won't leave Carson City. We need another white boy to volunteer. The pilot's white. Oh, wait, wait, wait. The pilot? Who's gonna fly the plane? SIGNAL BUZZES Relax, Billy. Welcome to the machine. You rang? We got a helluva sandstorm down there. Ha! Perfect. Crazy. PA: Naked cell D8 ready for inspection. Last tenant, Cyrus Grissom. We got scratches on the wall, a weapon sharpening. And the loose shelf screw? What's this? Looks like cocaine. INTRIGUING MUSIC What, have you got something there? I don't know. It's all soft. What about the rest of the pigs? Be patient now. They haven't ceased to be useful yet. OK, old man. Now you're Mr Papovitch. Gentlemen, you reach the Nevada pen in two hours. The tape's a precaution in case any of you are rocked by the sudden impulse to squeal like pigs. Not that we could trust you. Well, let's face it, you're criminals. Come on, move your head up. I want to stay on. What? I changed my mind. So, Cyrus, we've got a little mind-changer. I got 15 years left and, I don't know, I'd just hate myself if I blew my one shot at a naked party freak and an umbrella drink. A second ago you couldn't wait to get off this plane. I know. A fear of freedom, I guess. Get him up. Get the cuffs off him. Pick out a guard and put that dead cop's prison issues on him. What the hell are you doing? Staying. They're gagging everybody for the bus ride to the pen. It'll be hours before the Feds discover what happened. By then you'll be dead. So will she. Poe, think of your little girl. Now what would my daughter think of me if I left you to get this on and die. Keep acting like you still a Ranger, we're all doomed. You're not that guy any more. You're a convict. Ugh! Oh, God. I told you I'd get that back. Fuck you, trailer trash. Hey, my momma lives in a trailer. Put those on. It might just save your life. OK, soldier boy. You got a plan? Maybe. Chief, I got a lot of weird shit down here. Like what? It looks like the drawing of a plane. Whose cell is that? The Virus. MUSIC INTENSIFIES Open up. My daughter's picture. Where'd you put my daughter's picture, you shit-eating peckerhead? (Struggles to speak) BEEPS Heard you had a problem up there. Had to bag 'em and gag 'em. Rough crew - spitters and shitters. MENACING MUSIC GUARD: On the bus, dickhead. On the bus! Unlock the gate. They took the plane. You hear that, boys? We got the plane. Shut the fuck up, Curly. You gonna get us caught. No way, Jose. Ah! You've gotta be kidding me. Oh, boy. In Spanish, um, Bogota, Colombia. Looks like it's from a law firm. Orange and black. What's up, man? So you Swamp Thing? That's right. Flying the plane? That's right. It's amazing the shit you white trash know. That's right. What are you doing here? (Smoothly) Hello. How are you doing, baby? I'm just trying to escape the storm, grab my lunch. This is a restricted area. Look, don't worry. It's all right, I'm a cop. You work for a prison or something? Yeah, the Department of Erect... Corrections. Creepy! The eyes are cut out of their heads. 'The Last Supper'. Is that it? One more. Late addition. Who? Garland Greene. Should be interesting. PSYCHOTIC MUSIC MAN: That's Garland Greene, man. Christ in a cartoon. Shit, that's Garland Greene, man. The 'Marietta Mangler'. That skinny little man butchered 30-something people up and down the eastern seaboard. They say the way he killed them makes the Manson family look like the Partridge family. Well...he's on the right flight. But you really must leave... Tina, you've got the prettiest eyes I've seen in about 5-10. SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC (Reads) "Metcar." "Me, Me, Etc." "Etc." "Meet, Etc, Meet, Arson." "Meet Cars, Meet Cars, Meet Cars." "Meet Cars, Meet Cars, Meet Cars." Where? "Carson. "City." Oh, God. Uh, stay here. Don't touch anything. (Sighs) What are you doing? Leave it alone. He told you not to touch anything. MUSIC QUICKENS (Muffled cries) What the hell..? You want to have some more fun, keep it up? Come on. We've got a situation here, sir. Somebody better call the marshals office. TWO-WAY: Code Red, Code Red. Those guards ain't guards. They're cons. Stall 'em. Christ! Hey, how are you? Almost ready? Won't be long now. (Laughs) You're the man, Cyrus. (Laughs) Let's go. Ah! Do you hear something that sounds like a damn plane? PA: Gilbert 1, you are not clear for take-off. Nobody on this aircraft gives a flying fuck. (LAUGHS) Get it? Flying fuck! I'm here all week. Hey! Hey, it's me, Pinball! I'm sorry. Hey! Sweet freedom shine! (All cheer and whistle) 9 At Vodafone we're giving you Neon on us for a year. That's unlimited access to hit movies and TV shows from around the world. Unlock your year of Neon. Simply sign up to any Fibre Unlimited Broadband Data and Home Phone plan for 12 months and you'll also score a $300 joining credit. Call Vodafone now on... Trust me, folks. This will be a day you'll never forget. Just step right on board and find yourself a seat. Don't they have a way of tracking these planes? Oh, yeah, it's called a transponder. Every plane's got one, Cindino. Swamp...where IS the transponder? (Both laugh) Huh! Where indeed? (Both laugh) Are you sure it's safe to fly in this? I've done this a thousand times. We'll be through this soon. You all right back there, ladies? VINCE: We're following the transponder. We know exactly where they're heading. What the fuck happened? What about Sims? What happened to Sims? Duncan, they killed him. They got the plane. MELANCHOLY MUSIC Tell me, skip, what kind of a Keystone Kops operation are you guys running? You, you little shit. You got my agent killed. He was carrying a gun. If I knew the way you guys run things around here` No one carries on these flights. No one! He brought a gun on board, got himself killed and compromised my men's safety. Your men are incompetent! They got taken over by a bunch of thugs in chains and cages. I'm not gonna listen to this shit. Guys, guys, let's work it out. OK. So, uh, what do we do now? What's the plan? Uh, you do have a plan, don't you? We're working on it. Contingency plans for something like this don't exist. This situation's never been contemplated. You better start contemplating 'cause this situation needs to get unfucked right now. I want a chopper. Make that a few of them. They need to be armed. I don't care if it's National Guard, Air Force, whatever. Just get 'em here and get 'em here now. DIAMOND DOG: What's planned for him? Not sure but it's no way to treat a national treasure. Let him out. Are you sure? Love your work. Hmm. SUSPENSEFUL, CRAZED MUSIC GROWL-LIKE SOUND EFFECTS They're headed... ..south-east towards Arizona. Pinball didn't make it. No? That's too bad. I liked Pinball. What do you want? I want to know what the plan is. Why you care? I got just as much riding on this as you. We're all convicts here. RADIO: Cyrus Grissom, do you copy? Cyrus Grissom, do you copy? Yes, I copy. Identify yourself. This is United States Marshal Vince Larkin, and Duncan Malloy, the DEA. Oh, agent Malloy. I'm so sorry about your associate. Nothing quite as sad as seeing a grown man pissing his pants. Grissom, you puny animal! I'll have you begging for the electric chair! Hey! I don't like him. If he speaks again this conversation is terminated. He doesn't want to talk again. Really. He's done talking. He's leaving the building, OK? Good, I'll talk to you. Here's the rules. First I ask a question, then you ask one. OK, what's your question? In Carson City, your bulls were on to us. How? One of the guards... One of the guards..? He faked a heart attack and we had to remove his restraints, all right? I see. And what's your question? Where are you going with my plane, Cyrus? We're going to Disneyland. You're lying, Cyrus. So are you, Vince. (Sings) # Oh, nothing makes me sadder # Than the agent lost his bladder # In the air-air-plane. # Lerner airfield, Poe, in the middle of nowhere. That's our rendezvous point. 49 minutes from anything resembling authority. So, now you know. Excited? Yes. You sure look pretty. Mrs Poe? That's right. My name's Grant, US Marshal Service. There's been a slight problem on your husband's flight. Your presence is requested. I have a jet standing by. (Elatedly) Yee-ha! What's on your mind, hillbilly? What was I thinking about? Oh, yeah. "Yee-ha", that's right. I was just wondering what a black militant, that would be you, was doing taking orders from a white boy on a power trip? Don't you think that's strange? It's a means to an end, my white friend, a means to an end. I'll be a house nigger till we get to where we going. And then, the day of the dog begins. Shh. (Sighs) (Sighs) So what was that all about? Oh, nothing, except they somehow managed to get every creep and freak in the universe on to this one plane. And then somehow managed to let them take it over. And then somehow managed to stick us right smack in the middle. CHILLING MUSIC Hi, Garland. Here's the jacket on Cameron Poe. His wife's on the way now. US Ranger, highly decorated. Did some mild hell-raising as a kid. Explain why this matters? This plane's filled with killers, rapists and thieves and this guy Cameron Poe. In on an involuntary manslaughter beef, non-gang-affiliated, he's a parolee hitching a ride home. Fact two - Poe has a chance to get off the plane. He doesn't do it. Why? Fact three - our guard, Falzon, said a convict named Cameron Poe planted Sims's tape-recorder on him. These are interesting facts. Do your math and we got an ally on that plane. (Scoffs) Ally? This guy's a criminal, a murderer. Read the file - got in a drunken brawl defending his wife and he killed a guy. Could've happened to any of us. I'm not an animal. That's original. When did they become animals? When they stopped giving a damn about the law, about civilisation. "The degree of civilisation can be judged by observing society's prisoners." Dostoevski said that after doing a little time. Fuck you. Grissom said that after blowing my agent's brains. The issue is how the plane's brought down. Shoot it down. When exactly did this become a DEA jurisdiction? The second a DEA agent was murdered. I'm authorised to bring agent Sims's killers to justice, using, and I quote, "all necessary means". That doesn't include shooting down my plane. Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't. Tell me you're not seriously entertaining this. Vince, this is a drastic situation. Our men are up there! They all signed a 'no hostage' clause. Who are you to play God? There's innocent people on board! HELICOPTER LANDS About time. For what? About time for what? Attack choppers. We're going after 'em. Goddamn it! Skip, don't do this! This man's in an irrational state of mind. His head isn't on straight. Marshal Larkin, your job's finished. This flight's full. DRAMATIC MUSIC Gentlemen, in roughly five hours we will be flying over the shores of Mexico but first we have to change aircraft. Thank you and have a pleasant flight. What's the ETA, Swamp Thing? At 228 miles an hour, about 71 minutes. Only we're not doing 228 miles an hour. We're doing 205. We're dragging, baby. The landing gear ain't all the way up. We'll be late. No, Cyrus. That's unacceptable. Check out the gear. I know nothing about landing gear. Learn. Hillbilly! Poe. Yeah? Cyrus wants you to check out the landing gear. Well, I should see some nice scenery whipping by down there. Trees and stuff. Goddamn! So that's what happened to Pinball. Cut him loose. He's slowing us down - dead weight. Not exactly a proper burial. Not exactly a proper burial. Look at our show over there. MUSIC INTENSIFIES Hurry up. Hillbilly... ..got ya! Hurry up, man. 'Bye, Pinball. AIRY THEME FROM 'A SUMMER PLACE' BY MAX STEINER PLAYS Oh, boy! Did you see that? Did you see? Every time I get it waxed. 10 feet from the carwash and then, Pow! Bird shit. 10 feet from the carwash and then, Pow! Bird shit. Well, it's supposed to be good luck. Light's changed. Oh, damn! (Screams) MUSIC GETS LOUDER WOMAN: Oh, my God! You were in the queue, right? Yeah. I heard you say you had 15 years. That's right. Well, then, that would put you on north block, right? Well, then, that would put you on north block, right? Yeah. Funny thing...I was on north block. I don't know you. You know what, uh, pal, what do you think that means? Nothing. Not diddley shit. See, there were 160 cats on north block and I didn't want to know 159 of 'em, which included you. What do you think about that? What do you think about that? Yeah. He's a font of misplaced rage. Name your cliche - his mother held him too much or not enough. Last picked at kick ball, late-night sneaky uncle, whatever. Now he's so angry, moments of levity actually cause him pain... ..gives him headaches. Happiness for that gentleman hurts. What's wrong with him? My first thought would be, a lot. Hi. Hi. Hi. I'm Vince Larkin. I'm Tricia Poe. Nice to meet you. This must be Casey. Mm-hm. Hello, Casey. Hello, Vince Larkin. Nice to meet you. So, how are you doing? I'm sorry. Scratch that - dumb question. You wanted to see your husband today and then... this whole thing happened. Maybe you could just tell me exactly what's going on. We're doing everything we can to get the plane down. Actually, that's... why I wanted to talk to you. PLANE ENGINES ROAR Hey, where'd you get the rims, man? Hey, where'd you get the rims, man? Personal shit's down in the belly. Hey, those are MY shades. They're mine now, sister. They're mine now, sister. Men! OMINOUS MUSIC It seems that your husband, Cameron... ..had an opportunity to get off the plane and he didn't do it. And I was hoping you could... maybe help me figure out...why. That would make two of us. I don't know. I mean, it's possible... It's not uncommon that some parolees actually fear their release date. A certain degree of institutionalisation sets in. Fear of coming home, fear of living in society. Any of this make sense? No. No, that's not Cameron. If you knew him, if you read his letters or talked to him, you'd know that...he's been waiting for this for eight years. He's not gonna... GENTLE MUSIC I mean, look - he's got this little... ..this little girl to come home to. Wouldn't you... ..do the same thing? Have to be a pretty strong reason to keep me on that plane. Well, knowing Cameron, I'm sure there is a good reason. Oh... Maybe if you...if you do see him, or if you talk to him, maybe you could just... tell him to come home, all right? Be kinda nice to have him around. You got it. URGENT KNOCKING Vince - line one. This body fell out of the sky! This body fell out of the sky! Vince Larkin? This is Ted Grasso - Fresno Police Department. We've got a problem here with a corpse. Uh-huh. Yeah, it fell outta the sky. I don't think he's an astronaut. I don't think he's an astronaut. What's this got to do with me? It's got your name written all over it. DRAMATIC MUSIC Last transponder tag was in Arizona. Body falls here in Fresno... Lerner Airfield. They're turning around. Can you get me Chief... Devers. ..please? Thank you. Vince? Turn around. Plane's headed to Lerner Airfield - a small strip about 100 miles away. Plane's headed to Lerner Airfield - a small strip about 100 miles away. Horseshit! We're tailing the transponder tag into Arizona. Listen to me! A body fell from the sky. It had a note on it. PILOT: We've got him vectored at 12 o'clock and 30 miles. Vince, please. We're right on his tail. Vince, please. We're right on his tail. Just listen to me! The note on the body was to me! Ah, shut up. (Switches off radio) Hello? Guys! Guys! I need a plane or chopper! You and me both. I'm all out. I've got to get to Lerner Airfield in...50 minutes. I've got to get to Lerner Airfield in...50 minutes. Got a fast car, you can drive it. DRAMATIC MUSIC BUILDS Vince Larkin! I'm with the Marshal Services. Send whatever you got - sheriff, state trooper, national guard. Hold on one minute. TYRES SQUEAL Your men should proceed with extreme caution. It's only a matter of time before they find the weapons hold. Larkin! Vince Larkin! Marshal Services. How do you think I got the number?! DRAMATIC MUSIC "..appears...United States Parole Commission and..." Poe... Man. Oh, yeah! Put the bunny back in the box. OMINOUS MUSIC I knew you was a punk. And I was right. You've been playing us all along. You were a free man. I said...put the bunny back in the box. (Laughs) OMINOUS MUSIC BUILDS (Yells) STEAM HISSES Die, punk! Uh! SQUELCH! Why couldn't you put the bunny back in the box? GUIDE: Folks, below and to your left, you'll see the vertical Redwong Cliffs... EXCITING MUSIC We're seconds away from establishing visual contact. We're seconds away from establishing visual contact. HELICOPTER BLADES THUNDER Holy shit! Abort! Abort! Abort! If that aircraft's carrying 30 prisoners, then I'm Elvis Presley. "Uncle...Bob's... "..Scenic Tours." Shit! 300 fucking miles to apprehend Ma and Pa fucking Kettle. We need to get to Lerner Airfield now! Get me Vince Larkin! Two went down, one came up. Wasn't my fault. Oh, you don't have to tell me. Most murders are crimes of necessity rather than desire. But the great ones - Dahmer, Gacy, Bundy... They did it because it excited them. They did it because it excited them. Don't you... I got nothing in common with them, with you! Don't you talk to me! They were insane. Now you're talking semantics. What if I told you insane was working 50 hours a week in some office for 50 years at the end of which they say piss off? Ending up in some retirement village. Hoping to die before suffering the indignity of trying to make it to the toilet on time. Wouldn't you consider that to be insane? Murdering 30 people, semantics or not, is INSANE! One girl - I drove through three states wearing her head as a hat. I drove through three states wearing her head as a hat. It's my daughter's birthday today. So please feel free not to share everything with me. SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC POUNDING, EXCITING MUSIC Alright, you damn peckerwoods, crack the knuckles and hit the crystals. We're putting this baby down in the sandbox. DRAMATIC MUSIC Lerner Tower, do you copy? Lerner Tower. Are you there, Phil? RADIO: Come on, answer me. I am landing. OMINOUS MUSIC DRAMATIC MUSIC MUSIC BUILDS WHEELS SQUEAK Oh, my God. Look out! DRAMATIC MUSIC POUNDS Cuidado! PLANE ENGINE ROARS DRAMATIC MUSIC BUILDS SILENCE (Laughs) MECHANICAL WHIRRING Lerner Airfield. I'm so glad to be here. Whoo! Whoo! Thank you for choosing Con Air. Where's the plane, Francisco? I don't know. Have patience. The last guy who told me that, I burned him down and bagged his ashes. I burned him down and bagged his ashes. Cyrus, it'll be here. (Coughs) Hey, you stupid sons of bitches! Jesus Christ! Argh! I hope he likes sand. Muchacho, check out the tower and have a look-see. All right. Come with us. Let's go. We're getting off. I can't! You can! Come on! You shouldn't move him. I'm getting him off! You can't move him. He's too far along. He could go into shock. He's too far along. He could go into shock. She's right, Poe. Go on, man. I'm not leaving without you. Or you. I'm not leaving without you. Or you. Oh, here we go - Ranger Boy! Right... Goddammit, Poe! Man, it's time to fight, fuck or hit the fence. I suggest you hit the fence. He's right. Just go. All right, here's how it's gonna play. I'm gonna get you that needle. Whatever you say, man. Just do what you gotta do. (Gasps) You just hang on. Don't die on me. (Sings) # Swing low, sweet chariot # Comin' for to carry me home. # Oh, no! What the hell do you think you're doin'? It's time to off the pigs. You can't do that. Tell me why. They're hostages. We need 'em. They're hostages. We need 'em. Why the fuck you care? Hey, man... Come on. I can't think of a thing I'd like BETTER... ..than to put a BULLET in the brain base of these FUCKERS! But the fact is, how well do you know this Cindino? SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC I don't know him that well myself. Just what I read. Like how he firebombed that senator's yacht with two of his cousins on board. with two of his cousins on board. So, what's your point? Why would he sweat about killing some hired guns once they'd served his purpose? What exactly are we discussing here? What exactly are we discussing here? Poe don't want me to off the pigs. Well, it's not difficult to surmise how Nathan, here, feels about killing guards and my proclivities are, uh...well-known and often lamented facts of penal lore. What I'm wondering is why you have any opinion about it at all. Cyrus, this is your barbecue, man, and it tastes good. But I was just saying to Mr...Dog that if it was my barbecue, I'd wait for that jumbo jet in the sky before killing our only leverage. Don't you wanna get high and laid? Put the gun down. Put the gun down, Nathan! Poe's right. We're going to plan B. We're going to get a refuelling truck and a tractor. So go dig the plane out! SOFT, OMINOUS MUSIC No! Yes! OMINOUS MUSIC Viking. About time to go and get that tractor, yeah? Viking. About time to go and get that tractor, yeah? Right. I'll get the fuel truck. Thanks, Poe. You're proving to be a most useful mammal. Many hands make light work. My daddy taught me that. You know what my daddy taught me? What's that? You know what my daddy taught me? What's that? Nothing. Self-educated man. CHOPPER BLADES THUNDER Have you found Vince Larkin? Have you found Vince Larkin? PILOT: We're having trouble reaching him, sir. Of course you're having trouble reaching him. He's off saving the rainforest or recycling his sandals or some shit! SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC THUMP! Argh! OMINOUS MUSIC BUILDS Holy shit! MUSIC POUNDS (Whistles shrilly) Hey! We got company! HEY-Y-Y! We got company! Go get Cyrus. Yo, Cyrus! URGENT MUSIC How long we got till they get here, Nathan? How long we got till they get here, Nathan? 10...12 minutes, tops. OMINOUS MUSIC Hi. What's your name? Want to play? (Giggles) SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC Nice jet. You can take Cindino and leave the rest to rot for all I care. You fire that weapon, 20 pissed-off prisoners are gonna hear it. Comprende, ese? Well, hooray for the sounds of fucking silence. Freeze! EXCITING MUSIC You're Cameron Poe. That's right. I'm Larkin. Hello, Larkin. I got your message. Where are the troops? They'll be here. Where are the troops? They'll be here. They'll be here? Uh-huh. In a minute. Listen, Poe. Can I lower this? Go ahead. Are you gonna lower yours? Sorry, boss, but there's only two men I trust - one of them's me, the other's not you. So Cindino is running a drag on everyone. Yeah. If you can't trust a South American drug lord, who can you trust? That was a joke. I'm glad you told me. Now I gotta get back to the plane. You're a free man, Poe. What are you doing? I can't trade a friend's life for my own, Larkin. I can't trade a friend's life for my own, Larkin. You got a friend on board? I knew I was right about you. I read your file. You're not such a bad guy - just always in the wrong place at the wrong time. Goodbye, Larkin. I spoke to your wife. POIGNANT MUSIC In person? In person. And your little girl. You...saw Casey? Uh-huh. If this thing goes bad, Larkin, I'm afraid my daughter won't... ..understand. If you talk to my wife again, you tell her... ..I love her. She's my hummingbird. But... I couldn't leave a fallen man behind. INSPIRING MUSIC You'll do that for me, won't you, Larkin? You'll do that for me, won't you, Larkin? Sure I will. What are you gonna do for me? What do you think I'm gonna do? I'm gonna save the fucking day. OMINOUS MUSIC RELENTLESS MUSIC Go, gentlemen. The cavalry is on its way. I want this airplane out now. Come on! Pull! About another 10 minutes. You said 10 minutes 10 minutes ago. Hello, Bob. Want to come over for dinner? Are you sick? Why do you ask? You look sick. I am sick. Do you take medicine? There is no medicine for what I have. Want to sing? Sing? Do you know 'He's Got the Whole World in His Hands'? Yes, I do. (Sings) # He's got the whole world in his hands # He's got the whole wide world... # Come on. (Both sing) # He's got the whole world in his hands # He's got the whole wide world in his hands # He's got the whole world in his hands # He's got the whole world in his hands... # RELENTLESS MUSIC The plane is on the ground but it won't be for long. Where the hell are you? Near the Lerner cut-off. Nos vamos! Apurate, idiota! Apurate, idiota! Where's Cindino? That's my fucking plane! No! Cyrus, help me. Looks like you missed your connection. Looks like you missed your connection. We were coming to get you. Please. Cy! Onara! (Screams) Don't kill me. I'm not gonna kill you, old-timer. Listen, I need a syringe. Oh, no! Drugs will end you, son! Is there a first-aid kit around here? There might be in the firetruck in the boneyard. All right, thanks. You just stay here and don't panic. All right, thanks. You just stay here and don't panic. It's easy for you to say. You don't gotta take a piss. DRAMATIC MUSIC Considering my audience, I'll make this very quick and very simple. This is the boneyard. This is the hangar. This is our plane. What's that? That's a rock. OK. The convoy will enter the boneyard through here. Initially, we take out the first car then we take out the last, creating a trap, an air-tight cage filled with lots and lots of dead people. Nathan, set everybody in their position, yeah? Bring me those propane tanks! WHOOPING AND WOLF-WHISTLING Go, girl! Get them in there. If they give any trouble, kill them. What can I do? Take this. Go into the boneyard, yeah? Anybody gets through, you scratch their eyes out. You got it. GRIM MUSIC (Whistles) GAS HISSES Come on, little piggies. Closer, closer, closer. Voila! Christ, they'll be slaughtered. This is Larkin. Tell your men to fall back. Now! SCREAMING Come on, you stinking piece of shit car! What are you gonna do? What are you gonna do? What you doing, man? Well, Baby-O, it's not exactly mai tais and Yahtzee out here. Let's do it! DRIVING ELECTRIC GUITAR You're gonna see what happens now, bitch! Bishop. Get off me! I'm gonna bust your ass. Leave her alone, man! Leave her alone. Get behind the truck! Get behind the truck! When you wake up, Bishop, I'll be Johnny-24. You wanna fight somebody? You...don't...treat...women... like...that! Ah, shit! Get back to the plane! Oh, my God! OK! MAN: Right, better get yourself a seat now. Take it and let's go. Get ready to move. We're tied up! Now, come on! OK, I'm coming. Go for the tyres! Fuck the tyres, I'm going for the pilot! Isn't that your car, Malloy? Isn't that your car, Malloy? It couldn't be. I left mine at the office. On any other day, that might seem strange. Got to get her nose up! Fuckers! Come on! When this is over, so are you, you little prick! INTRODUCTION TO LYNYRD SKYNYRD'S 'SWEET HOME ALABAMA' INTRODUCTION TO LYNYRD SKYNYRD'S 'SWEET HOME ALABAMA' Bye-bye. Bye-bye. Aahhh! Go, girl! # Sweet home, Alabama... # All right! # Where the skies are so blue... # Define irony - bunch of idiots dancing on a plane to a song made famous by a band that died in a plane crash. # In Birmingham they love the governor # Ooh, ooh, ooh # We all did what we could do # Now, Watergate does not bother me # Does your conscience bother you? # Tell the truth # Sweet home Alabama. # (Turns music off) Someone alerted the authorities at Carson City. Someone told them about our Lerner rendezvous. Someone even killed poor Billy Bedlam. Now, could this all be coincidence? Perhaps. Then someone went and tied a rope to our plane. So, I ask you, what is going on? And I answer - we have a traitor in our midst. Now, how do we flush a traitor? I don't know but at the count of three, I'll find out who's on my team and who's not. That would be one, two... Wait! It was me! It was me. Don't listen to him, man. The insulin - it made him crazy. You have been near death the entire trip. Yeah, motherfucker, it was me. Yeah, motherfucker, it was me. He's flipped out, man. He's nuts. It was pretty clever, huh, bitch? No! Jesus! No - that's clever! (High-pitched) "My daddy is coming home on July 14th. "My birthday is July 14th. "I'm gonna see my daddy "for the first time ever on July 14th." Make a move and the bunny gets it. Let's take 'em out, Larkin. Not yet! Fire! Goddammit, Malloy! Cease fire! Get up here! What are we waiting for? What are we waiting for? That is my plane - you got it, Agent Malloy?! You with me, or you need me to draw it in crayon, like usual? I got a bad feeling, son. I'm feeling like maybe I'm not supposed to make it. I'm feeling like maybe I'm not supposed to make it. You're gonna make it. Cyrus Grissom, this is Special Agent Vince Larkin. We will shoot the plane down if you do not respond now! All I can think about is like there ain't no God, like he don't exist. Hey, where you going? I'm gonna show you God does exist. DRAMATIC MUSIC Fire! Malloy, you son of a bitch - CEASE FIRE! Yes! Freeze, little bitch boy. Arggh! Yah! Switch to missile. Roger that, Two. Arming missiles. Malloy, don't you do it! Get in his way. Shit! What are you doing, Larkin? I got no moves, sir. Stupid bastard! Yah! MACHINE-GUN FIRE (Yells) (Screams) No! NO! Land this thing. Where's the Virus? I'm the new captain. Put this thing down. Target is locked, sir. Oh, yeah! Don't you do it. Don't shoot! Don't fire. Who is this? Identify yourself. This is Cameron Poe. Yes! POE! Poe! I repeat, target is locked, sir. I repeat, target is locked, sir. Malloy, he's got the plane! We're not over civilian population. It's time, sir. Don't fire. Malloy, listen to him, he's a friend! He's trying to get home to his family. Don't fire! Now's the time, sir. Hold fire. Sir? I said hold fire! Thank you. Yes. Poe! Poe! Cyrus. What? All right, Poe, the Las Vegas Airport, it's just past the strip. Can you see it? Well, viva Las Vegas. It's right there. You'll make it. All the runways are cleared. Come on! Can you put it down? Listen here, big daddy. We got one engine shot to shit, zero fuel and we're dropping too fast. The strip's where I'm gonna land. Only the word is...crash. MALLOY: Should have shot him down over open desert, Larkin. Now civilian casualties will be enormous. Strap in, ladies. We're going for a night out in Vegas. (Sings) # He's got the whole world in his hands # He's got the whole world in his hands # He's got the whole wide world... # # He's got the whole wide world... # Shut the fuck up. We're gonna die! Can he make it to the airport? No way, sir. Oh-ho-ho. We're gonna need police cars, fire engines, emergency service vehicles, anybody who knows CPR. SCREAMING Whoo! Oh, this is beautiful! Wake up, Cyrus! (Sings) # ..in his hands... # BRAKES SQUEAL Arggh! (Sings) # Little bitty babies... # Cyrus, wake up! Stay with me. P.A.: Will the driver of the white Corvette please move your car or it will be towed. We are shit on a road. I'm out of here! SCREAMS Before I kill you, I wanted you to know that the last thing that little Casey Poe ever gets to smell will be my stinking breath. Aahhh! SIRENS WAIL POLICE: Freeze! OK, lady. Hold it right there. (Coughs) GENTLE MUSIC How am I doing, son? You're doing fine. Ow! Check you out at the hospital, son. You'll be fine! OMINOUS MUSIC This one's dead. Let's get him out of here. So, what are you gonna do now? I started with a birthday party to get to and I'll get to it. Thank you. You take care, Sally Bishop. Hey, Poe. Next time take the bus. Come on, sweetie. Go with your mom. Cyrus. Grissom. SIRENS WAIL DRAMATIC MUSIC Yah! (Grunts) Come get it! Come on! That gun work? Yeah. Well, shoot that piece of shit! Aaaahhhh! (Screams) ARGGH! ARGGH! ARGGH! What the hell is that? You, pull over. Yeah, sure. How about this? TYRES SQUEAL (Laughs) You ain't getting near my daughter. Buckle up. Arggh! Arggh! IGNITION STALLS AAAAHHHHHHH!!! ARGGH!!! ELECTRIC GUITAR PLAYS GENTLE MUSIC Just so as you know, Marshal Larkin, there's now three men I trust. Am I one of them? This is a weird thing to be in a plane full of hardasses. Are you OK? No. Good. I'm glad we didn't shoot it down. It worked out better this way. Listen, I... ..I want to apologise about the car. I know a good body shop in Fresno, if it's insured. I know a good body shop in Fresno, if it's insured. I was bored with that car anyway. It worked out nicely then. GENTLE MUSIC (Trisha Yearwood sings) # How do I # Get through all night without you? # If I had to live without you # What kind of life would that be? # All night # I need you in my arms, need you to hold... # Hello, Cameron. # You're my world, my heart... # Hello, hummingbird. # If you ever leave # Baby you and me... # I meant to get a haircut. # Everything good in my life... # I got a present for you, Casey. # Mmm, without you... # A little dirty. Casey, sweetie, you take your daddy's present now. No, no, honey, that's OK. I got a picture - a picture of you. I've got a picture of you too. # Baby, I don't know what I would do # I'd be lost if I lost you # If you ever leave... # Happy birthday, darling. # Baby, you would take away everything real in my life # And tell me now # How do I live without you # I want to know # How do I breathe without you # If you ever go # How do I ever, ever survive... # New shooter coming out. New shooter. Does the new shooter feel lucky? Well, does he? Yes, yes, he does. INTRODUCTION TO 'SWEET HOME ALABAMA' (Lynyrd Skynyrd sing) # Big wheels keep on turning # To carry me home to see my kin # Singing songs about the south land # I miss ole 'Bamy once again # And I think it's a sin # Sweet home Alabama # Where the skies are so blue # Sweet home Alabama # Lord, I'm coming home to you # Sweet home Alabama, oh, sweet home # Where the skies are so blue # And they tell me it's true # Sweet home Alabama # Lord # Lord, I'm coming home to you # Here I come, here I come... # 'SWEET HOME ALABAMA' FADES OUT Supertext Subtitles Copyright 1997 Australian Caption Centre For a list of the week's captioned shows, see Teletext pp 321-327. Captions were made possible with funding from NZ On Air. TVNZ Captioning 2008