Drop Zone

All right! Let's do it!

- Hey, what's going on, man? - I got that stuff, man.

Here, kitty, kitty. Hey, you guys.

Hey, Buford. Hey, Milady. Come on. Come on.

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

Come on. Here, kitty, kitty.

Agnes! Agnes, come on.

Hey, Buford. Buford, look, look. Look what I've got you for breakfast.

Help! Help me!

Get over here.

Nothing personal, buddy.

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

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

A woman who'll run with the wolves,

somebody who'll at least keep you interested.

- Run with the wolves? - Yeah.

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

Come on, Pete. A little excitement is not gonna kill you.

Terry, I like the women nice, quiet and dull.

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

that you set me up with.

Okay, wait a minute. All right, who is it?

- Who is who? - Who is she?

- What? - Come on, come on, you know.

Every time we start talking about my sex life,

it comes down to your wife trying to set me up with somebody.

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

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

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

- What? I got to wheel her around or... - All right, all right, all right.

- Her name is Shanandra. - Gesundheit.

No, no, come on, dude. Her name is Shanandra, G.

What the hell is a Shanandra?

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

I am too old to be dating a Shanandra. Something like...

Something that comes out your nose or something.

Trust me on this one, G.

Keep it up.

Got a job to do here.

Hey, Terry and Pete Nessip, United States Marshals.

May I have your ID, please?

Okay, sir. Sign right here, please.

Shanandra, sounds like a nightclub.

Gordon Maples, United States Attorney's Office.

- Pete Nessip. This is my brother Terry. - Pete, Terry.

Remember when the DEA started electronically confiscating drug money

- from all the banks? - Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Dealers started to wake up in the morning to find all their money gone.

So, this guy Leedy was the big computer wonk for the Chang Triad.

He figured out how to hide their money so we couldn't find it.

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

He breaks codes that can't be broken. It's like he lived inside the computers.

- How did he get caught? - His ego. He felt unappreciated,

so I cut him a deal to testify and kept him out of sight for the last year and a half.

Now, two weeks from trial, they found him.

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

so I can keep him alive long enough to testify.

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

Welcome to Pac-Atlantic flight 611 to Atlanta

with continuing service to Seattle.

Please make sure that all carry-on baggage is securely stowed...

Whoops!

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

Cat protection. Smooth, real smooth.

Okay, tight enough. Are you sure you've fed the cats enough?

Agnes, she's got a little bit of a problem with low blood sugar.

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

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

- Now, why would I do that? - What about the... How can we make sure

they can maintain the temperature in the baggage compartment?

What if they freeze? I gotta get down and see the cats. I want...

- Chill, man. - What if they freeze?

Hey, excuse me.

- Would you like an aisle seat? - That would be great.

Why are we not in first class? We should be in first class.

The pleasure's all mine.

43 A and B. This is going to be great.

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

You owe me, G.

You've ever heard of punitive damages, Mr. US Marshal?

We should be in first class, anyway.

- Miss, excuse me. - Yes, sir.

I'm afraid to fly. I need some water to take a sedative.

- Okay, no problem. I'll be right with you. - Doctor... Okay, thanks.

We're getting some heavy weather, folks.

So I've got permission to climb to 38,000, see if we can get above it.

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

Pac-Air 611 Bravo, this is Miami Approach. We just received a code-red transmission.

Would you care for some wine?

Thanks, but I only drink wine by candlelight.

Well, I might be able to help you with that. Would you like to follow me?

Give me a break.

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

Yeah.

- Gentlemen - We just received this.

Flight 611, you are about to be taken over by Posse Comitus.

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

No one will be hurt.

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

Hands up!

Okay! Turn around, keep your head down.

I said keep your heads down!

Sit down.

Nobody move, God damn it. If you do, I'll blow this plane to hell. You understand?

Get off the phone.

You, too, God damn it.

Get down!

Get your heads down. Feet on the floor. Hands out of pockets.

You're not listening.

Both of you!

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

Please don't.

-How much time? - Ten seconds.

Wait for now.

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

Jesus!

Be good now. Be good boys and girls. If you're not, I'll blow the plane up.

- What happened? - Number 1 is down!

Talk to me! Talk to me, Number 1.

I'm bulletproof What are you? Hey!

Help! Now!

- What the hell? - Shit! We're losing cabin pressure.

Mayday! Mayday! This is Flight 611. 611 Heavy. Declaring an emergency.

- We have emergency decompression. - ...two and four.

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

Go! Go!

I've got you. Hang on. Okay, hold on to me. Hold on. Okay.

Okay, hold on. I've got you.

Grab her. Hold her.

- Lena, hold on. Hold on! I've got her. - Okay. Okay.

Terry, hang on. Hold on!

Help me!

Hang on, Terry.

- Help! - Hold on.

I've got you. Hold on.

Terry, you've gotta hold on!

I'm slipping!

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

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

Terry! No!

Terry! No!

No, Terry! No.

- Glenn Blackstone, agent in charge, FBI. - Bob Covington.

Tom McCracken, US Marshal's Office. Listen, I'm looking for my guy, Pete Nessip.

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

Pete. Pete, did you see anything?

Two, three, maybe more.

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

The little girl, I reached for her and I grabbed her.

And...

They shot Terry. Motherfuckers.

He was bad. He was real bad. The blood was everywhere and I...

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

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

I couldn't hold him.

Bring up the passenger list and seating assignment.

Okay, break down the ticket purchase into cash and credit card.

Cross-check that with advance purchase and same-day purchase.

- What are you doing? - Nothing.

- It's some kind of virus or worm, sir. - Well, get it back.

I'm trying, but the whole system's going down.

- It's Leedy... - What?

- It was a setup. - A what?

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

- A prison break at 30,000 feet? - Yeah, why not?

So, what did they do? Come down and pick him up in a goddamn spaceship?

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

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

He jumps out, opens up an umbrella and floats down like Mary Poppins?

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

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

What 32 people did see was they saw your brother fire at a man wrapped in explosives.

That's a lie! Wait a minute, what is this? The FBI get brownie points for speed?

We're talking about my brother here, man.

Look, isn't that worth the investigation?

- You want an investigation? - Yes!

Two hours after the explosion, an airline maintenance man

was gunned down at Miami airport running away from MPD detention.

And in his apartment they found Posse Comitus literature

and homemade C-4 explosives.

The maintenance man put the explosives on board?

That's right. Detective Fox, Miami PD, recognized the man

from the pre-flight inspection.

I'm telling you...

Look, we all feel bad about what happened to your brother,

and don't nobody want to paint him the fall guy. But the fact of the matter is

your brother opened fire on that plane and panicked, and 14 people are dead.

My brother didn't panic.

Sir, Forensics just got a positive ID on one of the remains found on the plane.

Your prisoner, Leedy.

Damn!

Through the coordinated investigation of federal, state

and local law enforcement officials,

the FBI believes that it has answered most of the questions

concerning the attempted hijack of Pac-Atlantic Air Flight 611.

It was the Marshal on board who set off the explosion. Is that true?

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

Hey, guys!

Guys, check it out!

- They're buying it top to bottom. - Of course they're buying it.