Ransom

- Peter, I'm so happy to see you. - Hi. How are you?

- I'm wonderful. How are you? - Good, good.

Is this a night for a party or what?

Okay, everyone, I found his commercial. Come on in.

- I can't wait to see it. - He can't weasel out of this one. We're gonna show it.

- It's show time, folks. Let's go. - Shh. Quiet.

I came from fairly humble beginnings from upstate New York.

And, to be honest, I'd never even been on an airplane before.

Not until the Air Force taught me to fly in 1969.

I ended up doing 28 combat missions for them.

In 1971, a tough year, I threw everything I owned into a charter service.

You look better than those frogs in that beer commercial.

When we kicked off, we had a six-seater and one DC-3.

We would fly anywhere. We were like the yellow cabs of the sky.

In 1979, we started Endeavor. We only flew to four different cities,

- but I think the passengers picked up on my joy in flying. -

We've grown to 37 countries worldwide.

We're still pretty small in the scheme of things.

But, then, I never wanted to be the biggest, just the best.

The most important thing to me these days: family.

Mine. Yours.

That's a good thing about an airline.

It actually brings families closer together, among other things.

And that makes me feel good. 1971. Man.

I had the devil in me back then. But today-- People change.

- Sort of. -

He really didn't want to do it.

That was wonderful. He was great. He was good.

- Author! Author! - Where did he go?

Okay, get it over with, you freeloaders.

Put it there. I got big shoulders. I was afraid to ask.

No, you're too kind. No, you're too kind.

I'm actually contemplating suicide before it airs.

Oh, yes, of course, because he's so shy.

Next month he's doing the underwear billboard in Times Square--

- Ow! -

You should have seen the look on his face.

- He couldn't figure out where I got that information. - Where did you?

I took safecracking at M.I.T. The guy couldn't believe it.

- Hey, Sean, you eat something? You okay? - Yeah.

- The guy's a wacko. I mean, seriously, he's like whoo! - What I can't figure out is...

how someone expects you to bite without expecting you to know everything about his business.

Anyway, David's on the carpet.

- Time to fold the tent, fella. - Tom?

- Yeah? - Where did you get the tile in the kitchen?

- It's great. - Oh, God, that's a Kate question.

I only answer Tom questions like, "What's wrong with my chain saw?"

"What's the best time of day to kill a grizzly bear?" I think she's over there.

I have a perfect Tom question. How do you feel about Jackie Brown...

filing a civil suit against you from his prison cell?

Sean, why don't you brush, get ready?

I'll be down in a minute. David, would you get Bob, please?

- And you are? - Just give me a hands off, because this Brown guy...

now says that he has proof that you paid him...

to head off the machinists' strike.

- Well, that's not novel. He's been saying that for months. - I know, I know.

But now he says he has proof that you even initiated the bribe.

I'm Sammy Adler from the Daily News. I thought if we could...

- spend a couple seconds-- - Oh. Oh, Bob Stone,

- Sammy Adams from the Daily News. - Adler.

- Why don't you make sure he gets home safe? -

I hope you had a good time here. Drive safe.

- All right, all right, all right. - We're very civil here.

- Guys, I'm a reporter, all right? - We know who you are.

I'm not a stalker. Your boss is gonna have to deal with this. Jackie Brown says he was set up.

Get your head together and find someone else to talk to.

- He's in the clear. You understand, Sammy? - Listen--

- I came from humble-- - Cut. - Sean?

- - Tom, try it again. Sean?

- - I guess he's not here.

- Oh, I'll lie down and take a nap while I wait for him to turn up. -

Gosh, this mattress is lumpy. It's damn noisy too, and it's got hair.

- This mattress needs to be tickled. -

- No laughing. No laughing allowed. -

- And why are you watching my goof-ups again? - What is this bug-- Sorry.

- It's funny. - Yeah? Well, it must make you feel good inside...

to know your old man can't even talk.

Grobe? Shrinking grobe?

Was that guy mad at you upstairs?

No, he's, uh, not mad. He's, uh, curious.

Yeah. That's his job, you know. He's gotta--

Hmm, it seems like someone's always mad at you.

- That the way that seems? - Mm-hmm.

Well, I guess that--

- You're not mad at me are you? - No.

Well, I can fix that.

- It's the knuckle sandwich before bedtime! - Stop it! Stop it!

- I said get your ass movin'! - I didn't do nothin'!

- Get on the car and shut the fuck up! - I didn't do nothin'.

- Hey, hey, hey! Calm down. Joey! Joey! - Shut up, Romeo.

Take it easy. Get him out of here.

- Fuckin' track star, huh? - You little faggot.

- Faggot? I'll put one in your back-- - Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

-Take it easy. All right? You all right? -I'm all right, Jimmy.

Honey, you better work the door. I think the mayor wants to leave.

- Oh, thank God. You okay? - Yeah.

Good.

- Okay, did you brush your teeth? - I brushed them this morning.

No, no, no. You're gonna brush them now.

45-Adam to Central-K. 207 West 30th Street. Two under, no further assistance.

Hey, hey. What is it, mink?

Yeah, why? Want to buy one? Take a walk.

Oh, God, I'm beat.

So, where was that guy from? Daily News?

- Does it make a difference? - Oh, I'd like to kill those bastards.

When they come after you, they come after us.

When they come after you, they come after us.

It's freezing.

Oh, God.

- I'd like to come after the contractor. - You gotta find him first.

- Really. - It's freezing in here.

- That feels good. - Don't let those guys get to you, okay?

- Yeah. - That's what they want.

Now I'd like to introduce to you...

the person responsible for this wonderful event.

A fantastic lady, in fact, chairlady of the Junior Science Fair,

Mrs. Katherine Mullen.

- - Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you, Mayor.

And welcome to the tenth annual New York City Junior Science Fair.

- - We have 54 young inventors competing today.

- Dad? Why can't I enter? - Yeah?

It wouldn't be fair, Sean. Your mother's a judge here.

How would that look if you won?

Why don't I enter under a different name?

You mean like John Smith?

No, like Professor X.

I don't think you'd get away with that "Professor X."

You're too young to have a degree. You've got to be bald, have an eye patch.

No, better. Professor von X.

And the third judge, I regret to say, is myself, Katherine Mullen,

Events Chair for 125th anniversary of Central Park...

and former teacher of biology at Evander Childs High School.

- - So let the games begin.

Our judges will now begin circulating.

- All of our inventors should be with their booths. - Wow. Destination: Yonkers.

That's gotta be the best project out here. Don't you think it's gonna win?

Whoa! Oh, look, there's me!

Yeah, the wind is taking it. Down left rudder.

[ Man On P.A. I Remember, we're going to want all of today's winners...

on stage at 1:00 to receive their award.

- Good luck, everyone. - It's not fair, Dad. I worked really hard.

I know. I know you worked really hard, and you did an amazing job.

But we talked about this before, didn't we, Sean?

- Yes. - Okay?

Come on, lighten up a little. Enjoy the day.

- Okay. - [ Man On P.A. I Anyone else that has not registered--

- Tom? How are you? - Hey.

This is your last chance.

- P.S. 41. - Okay, P.S. 41.

- - Solar system here?

- And this big guy here is what? - The sun.

Okay. And how many planets do we have around it?

- Nine. Nine. - I see Mars.

[ Man On P.A. I Okay, folks, we'd like to thank the Friends of Central Park...

and Mayor Barresi for allowing this event...

to take place here at the beautiful Bethesda Fountain.

- And a special thanks to our-- - Hey, Katie, look at the blimp.

- Me too. - Looking forward to it.

...for ten years strong.

Well, folks, there's still a few of those souvenir...

science fair T-shirts left.

She's incredible. I mean, the work she's put into this.

I don't know where she gets the energy.

- - Who's this orange guy here?

- That's Venus. - That's Venus.

Where's Earth?

There's Earth. What planet goes--

Mr. Vincent, we have not seen your class's registration cards.

- -

- - Excuse me for a minute.

Sean?

- - Sean?

- -

You're it! You're it!

- Teachers, please keep-- - Sean?

What do you think, Kate?

Kate?

- Kate? The score? - I scored it.

Sean!

Sean?

Sean?

Cassandra, have you seen Sean?

- No. Kate, are you all right? - Okay.

Sean.

- - Sean.

Sean Mullen...

please come to the judges' stand.