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I deliver perfection...|and don't brag about it! :D
Tom, glad to see you made it.
I wouldn't miss it.
{y:i}National Weather Institute,|{y:i}this is NASA Command.
{y:i}Transferring control of satellite Gulf-001...
{y:i}... in six...
{y:i}... five... four...
Do source code.
Enter current access code.|Captains Trilling, Gilder...
We got it. It's ours.
Be advised...
...we have received satellite Gulf-001.|Thank you, Houston.
All right, let's see what she can do.
Activating observation function.
Setting for Stage 2.
What have we got here?
Clean it up.
Oh, my God, she's turning over!
Apply full-image enhancing.
Holy guacamole!
The damn thing works.
That goddamn Travis Dane.
If the optical circuits are this good,|the targeting system must be great.
Dane would love this.
NASA thinks this is a weather satellite.
Let's do a weapons check.
This wasn't the bust|Congress thought it was.
What Congress doesn't know|won't hurt them, or us.
Something wrong, Captain?
It's too bad Dane wasn't here today.
Travis Dane was a nut.
He drove his car into a lake.
He was crazy.
They find the body yet?
No, just the car.
And a note that said:|"Chance favors the prepared mind."
Odd, huh?
But then, so was Dane.
Captains, you did a hell of a job.
Be proud of yourselves.
Enjoy your weekend.
Thank you, General.
Can I talk to you? Excuse me.
Have a nice weekend.
Go home.
There's an air show|at the Air Force Academy this weekend.
Maybe you'd like to join me for a drink?
Check out the new technologies.
All the top brass will be there.|Who knows... might help your career.
Sorry, I have plans.
Yeah, sure, I understand.
Like the General said... did a good job.
Thank you...
Let's go, you're running late.
Where have you been?
On a special op?
Lieutenant, always a pleasure.
I know, you can't tell me.
Sorry to hear about your brother.
Me, too.
We must hurry to make that train.|It leaves in 45 minutes.
Why are you two taking a train|to California?
Would you fly if your parents died|in a plane crash?
Hi, Casey.
This place runs better when you're here.|I can run it, but...
You can't cook.
The patrons come here for you, Casey,|not for me.
She's a cute kid.
- Is that your niece?|- Yes. She's the only family I have left.
I don't know if I'll recognize her.
Come on, we'll miss that train.
I missed my brother's funeral, so...
...we won't miss the train.
{y:i}Your attention, please.
{y:i}The Grand Continental Service from Denver|{y:i}to Los Angeles, now boarding.
Has a Sarah Ryback picked up any tickets?
Uncle Casey.
Nice to see you, too.
You've gotten big.
A lot can happen in five years.
Just a moment.
So, what have you been doing?
Taking care of airplane crashes,|funerals, stuff like that.
Yeah, so...
Here you are. Track 3.
You know, I was thinking...
I remembered that you collect teddy bears|and I got you one.
It isn't as good as some of yours...
...and I know you may be too mature... hang out with teddy bears now.
It's the thought that counts.
I guess I'm not trained for this.
Excuse me.
Can I carry your bags? Oh, nice...
...medal you got there.
It's a Navy Cross.
My uncle was in the Navy,|but he didn't look like you.
- What is that?|- This?
It's Mace.
All right. Listen, I have to look busy,|so why don't you let me take your bag?
If I don't, I could get fired.
If I get fired, I won't have enough money|for college, and I'll be poor.
This will work. I like this.
What compartment did you say|you were in?
My compartment.
Captain Gilder...
...fancy meeting you here.
Have some champagne, Captain Trilling.
Good things come to those who wait.
Okay, you waited.
{y:i}Colorado Air Base, this is|{y:i}Chopper Whiskey Bravo requesting...
Hold it!
I was wondering what that girl|over there is drinking.
The little girl with the tonic and lime|and the bad ID?
That's the one.
- You're not drinking?|- No.
Join me. I don't like drinking alone.
There's no alcohol in that.
Yeah, you always knew everything,|anyway.
Do you think we could have|a pleasant conversation?
Let's talk about why you|and my dad stopped talking.
...I know that your father|and I had our differences...
...but that doesn't mean I didn't love him.
But you didn't even talk.
Time goes by... seems to fly, and before you know it...
...things happen.
But I never thought...
...I'd never get a chance|to straighten things out with him.
You know...
...he didn't get the medals in the service|by being a choirboy.
I don't want you talking|about my father that way.
I need a drink.
What's the strongest stuff you got?
How about Puerto Rican Rum?
Uncle Casey...
I don't want to fight.
I just promised myself before I got here,|that I would tell you how I felt.
...let's just be friends.
I'm going for a walk.
- What's up?|- What's in there?
It's top secret. I can't let you get in there.
What's in there?
Don't make me restrain you,|because I've been working out, see?
It'd be easy to do that.
Okay. Restrain me.
You want me to?
All right, if you say so. It'll be real easy.
There's a mop...
...a broom and a lot of smelly stuff|you want to avoid.
Who taught you that?
When I was 11 years old,|my uncle taught me all this neat stuff.
That's the dude that's with you?
...I guess.
I can do that.
What are you writing?
It's a book. My memoirs, stuff like that.
Aren't you too young|to be writing your memoirs?
I know it's against the rules,|but give me a shot of something.
Can you put those up there?
What's up with that niece of yours,|Miss Bruce Lee?
She almost killed me.
You taught her all that shit?
I taught her a few things.
She's lucky she's a girl.
I know some of that stuff myself.
That's what I hear.
Usually from you, but that's what I hear.
Don't give him the brandy.|I need it for the cake.
Look at that.
Because the train is rocking,|it's cramping my style.
I'm making this for Sarah|because it's her favorite thing.
Fifteen minutes, on high.
The rest is up to God.
Now, go find Sarah, and we'll surprise her.
What was that?
It's called a...
Sounds like torpedoes.|We must be in dark territory.
What the hell is this?
They're not our guys.
What's the trouble?
What's going on?
Someone's been shot.
Loco secured.
Move! You have four minutes.
Everybody to the back of the train!|Don't make me ask twice!
Everybody up those stairs! Move it!|Come on!
Shut that bitch up or I will! Let's move it!
Open the door to the baggage car!
Check the baggage.
Baggage checked.
Any other heroes?
Trouble in the dining car. One casualty.
Take cover!
Four cooks. Check.
{y:i}Copy that. Continue with the cleanup.
We leave in 20 seconds.
This, I'm trained for.
Oh, my God.
Well, here you are.
The last place anyone would expect|to find you.
Put something on.
Have a seat, Captains.
They said you were dead.
Yeah, very restful.
No phone calls.
You two have been very naughty.
ATAC has strict rules against employees|getting involved with each other.
Is that what this is about?
Yeah, right. I faked my own death|and hijacked a passenger train...
...because I care about who you're fucking.
No, I wondered what other rules|you'd be willing to break.
On-line transmission's ready, sir.
Don't go away.
Good evening, everyone.|This is your captor speaking.
There's been a slight change|in your travel plans tonight.
{y:i}You have, you will note, been moved|{y:i}to the last two cars of the train...
{y:i}... for your own well-being.
{y:i}First, I'd like to call your attention|{y:i}to the highly trained men...
{y:i}... with the automatic weapons in your cars.
{y:i}In the event of an emergency,|{y:i}they may be called upon to shoot you.
{y:i}Your safety is our primary concern.
{y:i}However, if you try anything stupid...
{y:i}... federal regulations require that I kill you.
He's insane.
{y:i}So, please...
{y:i}... no hero shit.
Your access code, please.
I'll never...
...give you the code.
The psychological profile we have|on you says you will.
However, if you wish|to prove the profile incorrect...
...sit back and see what happens|when an intensely hot needle...
...penetrates the lens of one|of the most beautiful eyes on earth.
The heat will cauterize and seal the wound.
He can't use it.
Why do you think he's doing this?
Because he's crazy.
You can argue that point later. Next!
Are we up for this?
You can't hack into the system.|There are quadruple blocks.
Even if he could, the codes need|to be entered simultaneously.
There's not enough power here.|You've seen the ATAC generators.
Oh, for Christ's sake!
The codes are different!|You can't use them anymore!
It's no good! He can't use them!
Give him the code!
I not only invented Grazer, I've updated it... use part of the electromagnetic|spectrum ATAC is only dimly aware of.
What is that?
As long as we're moving,|the signal is completely transparent.
As you can see...
...we're on a choo-choo.|No stop signs for six hours.
ATAC would kill to get a hold|of this technology.
In fact...
...I'm sure they'll try.
Works just as well underground,|underwater.
I not only designed the system...
...I designed the blocks.
What're you doing, Dane?
I'm hacking into ATAC, Linda.
It's mine again.
Shut the fuck up!
We're locked.
Oh, they're still here.
I don't need them anymore.|They can go now.
Move it, asshole!
Come on, gorgeous.
Don't you know that man's crazy?|Do you realize what he could do?
He's paying me a lot of money.
That's why you're doing this?
Goddamn it.
Three-hundred thousand pages of code...
...or 60 minutes of triple-X interactive...
...rubber-and-leather-bondage porno.
Technology can be used for beauty...
...or debasement.
And until you plug it in... just can't tell.
I seem to have brought|the targeting codes.
I want every window and door locked|and secured. Airtight.
The train is secure.
The major installation is T minus ten.|The phone lines are two.
We're sweeping the train for stragglers.|Excuse me.
Okay, people...
...let's start this party.
What's going on?
Captain, give me a report.
I'm still searching.
Try this.
- What is it?|- It's gone, sir.
- What's gone?|- Grazer One.
What do you mean, it's gone?|Bring it up on the screen.
It's like someone took it.
How could someone take it?
Nobody knows it's there.
- Find the damn thing.|- We designed it to be undetectable.
But not from us, for Christ's sake!
I want a full systems-check in two minutes.
We're in Code 2 status.
Code 2.
Gilder, Trilling and Tom Breaker, ASAP.
All right, let's move it!
Mr. Penn, ATAC is now locked out|of their own system.
Grazer One is fully under my control.
I thought you were one|of those ugly men with guns.
What are you doing?
It was just a nice day for a stroll.|What's in here?
It's the baggage car, but don't go in.|They shot at me in there.
What are you doing?
Trying to get killed?
There are guys with guns out there.
Come here.
- I ain't coming out there.|- Don't make me yell. Come here.
Investors on the line?
Clients from Asia and the Middle East|are standing by, sir.
How are we today? How's the weather|out there? Sunny and sandy?
Now, look, it's demonstration time.
Some of you have trouble|with the idea of...
...a non-terrestrially originated|seismic event.
But I want you to watch China very closely|for the next ten minutes.
- What's the problem?|- The system won't let us in.
The system? What do you mean?|We are the system.
- Any word from Gilder and Trilling?|- We're still looking.
You lose them, too?
This is where the shit will really start|to fly. A fertilizer plant in Guangzhou.
A fertilizer plant?
Yeah, I'm going to shock the world|by spreading ca-ca all over the place.
Guangzhou is a chemical weapons plant|posing as a fertilizer plant.
We know this.|The Chinese know we know.
But we pretend we don't, and the Chinese|pretend they believe we don't know...
...but they know.
Everybody knows.
I'm gonna pull the brake cord,|stop the train and get the hell out of here.
I'm going to die. I'm a fucking porter.
You're a fucking cook.
You gotta trust me on this one, okay?
Is there a phone or com unit here?
There's a radio in the locomotive|and a pay phone downstairs in the lounge.
I'll try to call the cavalry.
Meanwhile, search the bags for a weapon|or something that can be used as one.
If I even touch a bag, I lose my job.
I'm more concerned...
...about the lives of these people|being held as hostages.
The hostages.
I don't want them hurt.
Now, pay close attention, Mr. Penn.
I'm about to make the Bhopal disaster|look like a Girl Scout picnic.
There. It's back.
You see, it's nothing. A minor glitch.|False alarm.
What the hell is that?
Poison gas, chemical fire... devastation for a 100-mile radius.
Thousands of people are going to die.
Just listen and do what I say.
Cover and concealment... know as much as anybody!
Take that white jacket off.
You touch me again, it's your ass.
Targeting codes.
- They've started our targeting sequence.|- It's arming.
This is nuts. There must be|some kind of malfunction.
It's being controlled elsewhere.
Oh, Jesus, the target's mainland China.
Not China!
Not somebody nuclear.
What's going on?
Sweet Jesus!
She's into acquisition mode.
Somebody shut it down!
{y:i}They fired me.
Took everything.
She's powering up for a hit.
{y:i}Said the technology wasn't essential.
Blow it!
Shut it down!
No response.
They wanted it! They'll get it!
That's what Dane used to say.
Call Admiral Bates at the Pentagon.
Admiral Bates is here in Colorado|attending an air show.
Then get him here, now.
Gentlemen, as you can see, it works.
This is a one-time offer.
Two hundred feet below the Pentagon,|is an itty-bitty crack...
...which I propose to make great,|big and wide.
Directly above it|is a strike-hard nuclear reactor.
It ain't hard enough.
We'll take out the Pentagon...
...and God...
...and the wind's willing...
...Washington and most|of the Eastern Seaboard as well.
The fee:
One billion dollars.
A billion dollars.
I owe people money.
Oh, shit.
What is this place?
Here we go.
- I don't know, nor does Congress.|- Who's paying for it?
What the hell is going on?
Don't say this is just a weather station.
Bring the rendering up.
Recently we deployed|a particle-beam weapon into orbit.
In English, please.
It's a major cash cow. Particle-beam|technology, it's the earthquake deal.
It's my understanding|we shut that program down.
We financed it.
Breaker, what...?
This goddamn thing works now?
It works so effectively...
...that if we targeted the Los Angeles|fault lines, in 15 seconds...
...Arizona would be beachfront property.
The problem is, someone else|is commanding the satellite.
We couldn't find it or destroy it... we were unable to stop it.
Oh, my God!
China's earthquake?
We have full deniability.
That's typical.
Typical Agency bullshit!|Do you know who we're dealing with?
We think it's Travis Dane,|the guy who designed the system.
- One of our people?|- Not anymore.
He was decommissioned.|Last month he was an apparent suicide.
He's brilliant. He can do anything|he puts his mind to, but he's crazy.
Why would you hire a maniac?
...sane people do not build|weapons like this.
You'd think we'd learn from that.
All right, we're upgrading to Code 3.
Gentlemen, let's find the satellite,|and the bastard, now!
No power.
Cover and conceal.|You know about that, right?
You know about that, right?
One of our customers has|a small personal favor to ask.
He wants you to blow up an airplane.
Tell him to forget about it.|I'm going to blow up the Pentagon.
He either gets on board or gets left behind.
But, sir, the gentleman's ex-wife|is on board of this jet.
He wants you to blow up a jet|going 500 miles an hour...
...with a weapon designed|for subterranean strikes?
He says he'll pay us|an additional $100 million.
Do we have it's transponder numbers?
Sending them now.
I can do this.
His ex-wife is history|once the money is in our account.
Grazer One will be in position in...
He has five minutes to make the deposit.
The money's hitting Zurich...!
Good. Here we go.
Grazer's back on-line.
- If they hooked up, we're in trouble.|- Pegasus C Team is in range.
We have a B-2 bomber|with two anti-satellite missiles on board.
I thought you cut the power downstairs.
Pegasus locked on Grazer One.|On your command.
Can we get it before it fires?
They are so slow.
- Why is it counting?|- Still getting the feed.
Earthquake in midair.
That is the goddamnedest thing|I've ever seen.
What the hell did we shoot down?
I'll ask you again, if we didn't shoot down|Grazer One, what did we shoot?
Check on Herb downstairs.
Train noise eliminated|from the transmission.
Let's get ready to call home.
What's up?
- Where'd you get the gun?|- Get anything?
I got a fishing rod, pool cue and clothes.
You're a useless bastard.
Encrypted, no good. This is a.45, okay?
Dynamic tension, left hand, right hand,|palms pressed together, okay?
Cover your ass, 12, 3, 6, 9,|wherever you look always.
Never look in a direction|where the gun ain't pointing, understand?
Who the hell is that?
Jesus Christ!
{y:i}Not quite, General Cooper,|{y:i}although I have sort of risen from the dead.
{y:i}No, it's just your old friend, Travis Dane.
{y:i}You remember? The guy you fired!
And I bet now you're probably|asking yourselves:
"What the hell did we just shoot down?"
{y:i}The answer is:
{y:i}The NSA's best and only functional|{y:i}real-time down-looking satellite...
{y:i}... the NSP-1.
{y:i}You'll probably be calling them|{y:i}any minute now, asking them for its use.
{y:i}Unfortunately, since even they don't know|{y:i}where it is...
{y:i}... they can't help you.
Have you got him?
I'm closing in.
{y:i}You do know where|{y:i}the last transmission came from.
{y:i}You're probably closing in fast...
{y:i}... on Grazer One's probable location.
{y:i}It's in there somewhere...
{y:i}... hiding among those 50 ghost satellites|{y:i}I've created...
{y:i}... just for you.
Motherfucker's gone.
As my demonstration just proved...
{y:i}... Grazer One is viable...
{y:i}... and can produce results.
{y:i}Reproducible results.
{y:i}And to prove it...
{y:i}... I'm going to give you|{y:i}another demonstration of my masterpiece.
{y:i}In 45 minutes...
{y:i}... as soon as Grazer One is in position|{y:i}for a clear shot...
{y:i}... I'm going to hit the Pentagon|{y:i}with a 98 percent blast.
{y:i}Enough to fracture the nuclear reactor|{y:i}you claim you don't have under there.
You son of a bitch.
{y:i}We'll have fallout.
{y:i}We'll have devastation.
{y:i}I've got things to do.
{y:i}I want you to remember:
{y:i}I was smarter than all of you|{y:i}before I worked there.
{y:i}I was smarter than all of you|{y:i}while I worked there.
{y:i}And I'm still smarter than all of you.
{y:i}Au revoir.
He sure didn't go this way.|We would've heard him.
What are the odds|of tracking Grazer down in time?
We should check over Paris.
Considering the area we must cover...
That's why it's called "space".
What's that, son? Speak up.
...I was just saying...
...that's why they call it "space", because...
...there's a lot of it.
Thank you.
Just be quiet, please.
Where are you going?
Front of the train.
To look for the radio.
Stay out of sight and don't get killed.
Safety off...
...dynamic tension...
...aim... shoot.
That's their ass now.
Do you know what this is?|This is a Navy Cross.
It's awarded for bravery.
This is my father's.|Uncle Casey's got two of them.
He's got medals that are so secret...
...he can never show them to anybody.
He won't let anything happen to us.
I guess he's a hero.
We have an intruder.
{y:i}Sweep the train.
Do a sweep.
Found our intruder?
{y:i}Negative. We're still looking.
You clear?
We're checking.
We're clear here.
Have you checked everywhere?
Check on the roof.
He's on the roof!
We're under fire!
Go get him.
{y:i}Got him. He fell off of one of the first cars.
She said he fell over here.
There's blood here. Here!
{y:i}She got him. He fell between|{y:i}the first car and the locomotive.
{y:i}Is this a confirmation?
{y:i}He's now hamburger. He's probably spread|{y:i}about halfway across the state.
We got him.
But the bastard took out six men.
You stay here, okay? I'm going back.
Be careful.
You said these men were good.
Who was he?
What was he doing downstairs?
The man is a soldier-of-fortune freak.
Ran a war camp in Alabama.|They sat around playing paint ball.
That's not the whole story.
The relationship between Penn and Dane|resurfaced during Desert Storm.
When Dane apparently died,|we pulled surveillance off them.
We're aware of that.
The connection is tenuous.
Let me tell you what it really is.
It's another classic example|of the CIA not doing their homework.
Excuse me?
In the last few years,|Penn developed a network of contacts.
North Korea, here in the US,|in particular in the Middle East.
Best guess is this: If he's hooked up|with Dane, they have the money to do it.
Why did he need power?
The phone!
Call Philippe, tell him|he's working tomorrow.
Damn it!
On second thought, he worked yesterday.|Call Antoine.
You've been shot.
No, there's no bullet. No bullet in here.
You think this is "been shot"?
This ain't it.
Let's see here...
Access encoded...
Gigabyte of RAM should do the trick.
We are in. What have we got?
"Phone book..."
"Chicken cannelloni...
...fruit salad with crystallized ginger."
Sounds good.
Where are we?
We're about right there.
There, about 200 miles,|is where we come out of the mountain.
We're without phones for four hours?
"Ryback's Tactics."
Jesus Christ.
Who's Casey-fucking-Ryback?
Casey Ryback's a former SEAL Team|Captain, a counter-terrorist expert.
He was my instructor.
He's the best.
I thought you were.
Did you see the body she shot?
No, just a lot of blood.|If you get run over by a train...
Did you see the body?
I assumed he was dead.
Assumption is the mother of fuckups.
I want every man|to resume a full train search...
...inside and out, car by car.
Including all AC ducting, all paneling,|the roof, undercarriage.
Absolutely everything! Right now!
I can do this.
I can do this.
You think he's alive?
Until I have confirmation otherwise.
What is he doing on my train|besides killing your men?
Check the manifest.|See if he's traveling with anyone.
You said your million-dollar mercenaries|would be more than enough.
They are. Print that.
Move it!
You picked the wrong place to hang out|with your legs spread.
No, I'm hanging on right here.
Plus one.
Could be a girlfriend or child.
Could be his wife.
A man doesn't call his wife "plus one".
So what? You looking for some babe?
Some bait.
What the hell?
This isn't a produce list, this is...
Oh, my God.
Who's fucking blood is this?
Go back to the lounge car.|Check the bar downstairs.
What are you doing now?
What am I doing? I'm making a bomb.
What's he looking for?
Your lunch?
When do I get some action?
We're going to take a bargaining chip|to protect the hostages.
I want an evac order for the President,|and senior staff members...
...on an Alpha status now,|and try not to cause a panic.
I don't think we have a chance in hell.
Hi, honey. It's me.
I want you to take Jamie, and I want you|to get out of Washington tonight.
Go to your mother's.
Yeah, and...
...don't tell anyone.
What's your name?
Zachs. Bobby Zachs.
You're not on the list.
I'm an employee.
Where's your uniform?
I'm deadheading, getting a free ride.
Navy Cross.
Not Mace...
...pepper spray.
Sold to civilians. Once you get used to it... just clears the sinuses.
Get her and let's go.
Let her go.
Okay, Bobby, get in the elevator.
I must go beep someone.
Imagine a fire|from New York to Charleston.
We can do this.
I need two more downstairs|in the next two cars!
The bastard is using the AC ducting!
Computer's down!
Computer's down!
You and you, get to the baggage car!
Get him!
I got the CD.
He's downstairs. Go get him.
They have the CD!
The targeting CD!
I can't do anything without it!
Let's go!
Don't shoot the intruder.
{y:i}He has the CD.
Hold it right there!
Hand over the CD.
They're off the train.
Stop the train.
Back up.
This train...
...might as well be 20 tons of scrap metal|without that CD.
Hold it!
Come on, move!
Hook up right here.
Wait here.
Safety off...
...dynamic tension...
It's the porter.
Check the porter!
You cocksucker!
He's got an accomplice!
{y:i}It's the porter. We're on to him.
{y:i}Don't shoot him.
{y:i}He could also have the CD.
{y:i}Don't put a bullet in it.
Tell me about the porter.
The CD.
Hand it over.
Down there.
Where did he go under the train?
Two cars up.
You pricks never learn.
Get your damn hands up.
Up where I can see them!
Where's the CD?
I ripped my pocket. It fell out.
Don't bullshit with me.|Show me that CD...
...or I'll cap your black ass, bitch!
Empty your pockets.
Right now!
All right, man!
I'm just a kid. I'm just a kid,|I'm trying to tell you.
- Do it!|- I lost it there.
I ripped my pocket. Everything fell out.
Only thing I've got is your ass!
Porter checked.
"Chance favors the prepared mind."
Oh, shit.
Take us west. Full ahead.
Oh, shit.
Your uncle wasn't as good as I thought.
You're back on-line. Now, get on with it.
We haven't lost anything vital.|I have enough to do this.
Houston, Tranquility Base here.|We are now at T minus 20 minutes...
That bastard started the countdown.
Eliminate orbits that don't offer Grazer|a shot at Washington in 20 minutes.
We must eliminate all of them.
- We only have one Pegasus left.|- We don't need one.
On the last one we lock on the satellite|and use the self-destruct.
Make it happen.
Start knocking them off.
- We've eliminated 22 possibilities.|- Excellent.
A cook has a message.
He says he has a Code 3 message.
Patch him through on the audio.
Is Joint Chief of Staff Bates there, please?
This is Admiral Bates speaking.
{y:i}Sir, I have a fax message for you.
It reads:
"Admiral, a force of armed men...
...probably numbering above 20...
{y:i}...has taken over|{y:i}the Grand Continental passenger train...
{y:i}...traveling from Denver to LA."
"Key signature equipment of...
{y:i}...high-bandwidth satellite transmission|{y:i}equipment has been loaded on board."
- It's Dane!|- "Aggressors appear to be professionals...
...and fully armed."|- Get me the exact location of that train.
Who sent the message?
Casey Ryback.
Casey Ryback?|Casey Ryback's on this train?
What is he doing?
Leave it to Casey.
On vacation with his niece, sir.
What's the closest air-strike group?
Stealth, sir, from the air show.
Get them armed and on their way.
There's over 200 people on that train.
There are over eight million people|in Washington.
Unless Ryback performs a miracle|in 18 minutes, I have no choice.
Scramble the Stealths.
I'm disappointed.
I looked forward to going head-to-head|with the great Casey...
Man, that was good.
Did he teach you that?
Pity... could have been very, very good.
She's insurance, leave her alone.
Ryback's gone, Dane.
Did you see the body?
"Assumption is the mother of all fuckups."
It doesn't matter, she'll die anyway...
...with all the rest.
Ryback may be dead, he may be alive...
...but he is not on this train.
I shouldn't have got back on this train.
Drop the gun.
Drop it!
I never considered myself vicious...
...but you...'re like a cockroach!
So what do you do|when the bastard shows himself?
You squash him, right?
You get what I'm saying here, busboy?
I'm a porter...
...not a busboy.
Okay, Mr. Porter... got balls, man.
So I'm going to let you decide.
You want to see it coming...
...or to turn around?
...want to help me?
You're a bad motherfucker.
Let's go kick some more ass, though.
Cool, man.
Congratulations, gentlemen...
...there is now one billion dollars...
...waiting for us in the land of banks,|cheese and cuckoo clocks.
All we must do now...
{y:i}... is blow up Washington, DC.
That'd be the fire.
You will be picked up at the next stop.
Thank you for your participation.
It is sort of true.
You're traveling in another dimension...
...not only of sight and sound, but of mind.
There's a signpost up ahead.|Your next stop:
Dark territory.
Who says I have a one-track mind?
The town's on the wrong side.
We're not on the right tracks.
We always pass it on the inside,|not the outside.
Where are they taking us?
8:00, Nevada Petrol Express.
We're going to collide.|If we don't do something, we'll die.
This is a big motherfucker.
It has six locos up front,|about a mile long...
...and has 800,000 gallons of gasoline.
You won't let them get away with it.
No, I'm going to get my bag of tricks...
...and we are going|to rescue these hostages.
That's the Nevada Petrol Express.
It's carrying 800,000 gallons of gasoline.
Can't we contact them?
Not while they're in dark territory.|There is no reception in the canyons.
When will they hit? Will it do the job?
It's going to be close, but...|I don't think so.
We're closing in, sir,|but there are 11 possibles left.
Can you eliminate them in time?
No, sir.
Foxtrot Flight, vectoring in on target.
Green light the bombers.
Roger. Foxtrot heading zero.
God forgive us.
Something's coming in.
Intermittent signal, very faint.
They found us.
Shoot them down.
I'd have to unlock Grazer from Washington.
I don't have the transponder numbers.|I can't target them!
They'd kill all the hostages.
If it moves, Grazer can see it.
They disturb the air as they fly through it.
Low-altitude turbulence,|that's how you find these things.
There you are...
I can target these.
What's taking you so long?
You've had your two minutes.
We're the good guys.
Wait a minute. Where are you going?
- They split up.|- Is that a problem?
I won't get Grazer onto DC|before it passes.
Come out now.
I broke my bra.
Tits to die for, huh?
Where are the hostages?
They're upstairs! Go!
You first.
Say good night, Gracie.
Got you.
Ryback's hitting the hostage cars.
Good old Ryback!
{y:i}ATAC, Foxtrot Two.|{y:i}Target is locked on. I have tone.
Damn, I'm good.
Get me the President.
I'm coming to get my niece now.
Come and get her.
Why are you bringing Ryback here?|Can you handle this?
It looks like you fucked up.|It's time to cut and run.
Excuse me?
Anyone else think I fucked up?
The cars are separating!
What are you doing?
Coming to help you.
You're a hero now?
You're the hero.
We're free!
You want to help? Climb up that ladder|and commandeer that helo.
Are you crazy? Climb up there?
It might not work, but try.
Where are you going?
The girl.
Tranquility, this is Sparrow.|I'm in position. Over.
This is Tranquility.|Hold position as planned. Out.
Hey, bring that ladder closer.
Can't you see I'm trying to be a hero?
That's better.
This is Sparrow. We made our first pickup.
The hell you have.|Get up there and deal with that.
What's going on?
Kick his butt!
Honey, we sure taught that boy how to fly.
We sure did.
Now we're going to keep|this chopper right here.
Or I'm going to blow your brains out!|You got that, honey?
He's mine.
I'll take him myself, hand to hand.
Come on my little ghost satellites,|I need you with me to hide my baby... she can blow the fuck|out of Washington.
Go get your throat ripped out.
I got eight million people to kill,|and one billion dollars to pick up.
Thank you, sir.
The President and staff|have been evacuated.
Leaving millions of innocent people|to die if we don't stop it.
We must use Pegasus now.
But, sir...
...we still have eight possibilities.
Pick one.
Thank you. Kappa's the target.|Stand by and launch.
I've never been afraid of anybody.
But that uncle of yours scares me.
And I like it.
It's you and me... or me and her.
Now, you hold on real tight|and you'll stay in one piece.
Fuck, you ruined my coat.
Nobody beats me in the kitchen.
I must go. Won't need any of this|anymore. Everything I need... right here.
The Petrol Express will be here in a minute.
Have a nice life.
What's left of it.
You take one step|and I'm dropping this grenade.
Drop it.
Pegasus missed.
It wasn't Kappa.
Shooting me won't do any good.
ATAC can't get past my ghost satellites.
And you can't get past|my encrypted program.
You mean to tell me there's no way|I can shut that off?
No way.
I never thought of that.
It was Delta.
We're locked on.
Hit it!
Hold the ladder.|And keep this chopper right here.
I never doubted you.
Oh, yes, you did.
This is a real sweet|Hallmark moment, but...
...can we go home now, Uncle Casey?
This is Helo 505 November-Mike.
Sir, there's a message coming in.|I'll patch it through.
This is Casey Ryback.
{y:i}The hostages are safe.
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