All language subtitles for Pushing Tin.空中塞车_EN

(drumroll)

(fanfare playing)

(music ends)

(overlapping air traffic
control chatter)

MAN: Southwest 444,
flying 180...

MAN: Uh, maintain 5,000...

(overlapping chatter continues)

Maintain 5,000.
Proceed number 6, uh, 43...

2330, climb
and maintain 16-1-6,000.

MAN: ♪ Take one fresh
and tender kiss ♪

♪ Sweet, sweet memories
you gave me ♪

♪ Add one stolen night
of bliss ♪

♪ Sweet, sweet... ♪

Continental 901, eight miles
from the outer marker.
Turn left heading zero-8-zero.

Maintain 2,000 till intercepting
the localizer cleared ILS
Runway 4, right approach.

♪ Some grief, some joy
memories are... ♪

TWA 732, runway zero 4, right.
Newark altimeter
is 2-niner-niner-2.

- Continental 525, turn left heading 1-4-zero. Maintain 6.
- Maintain 5,000, 220 knots.

MAN: Learjet 64. 64, contact 515
4.76. Have a nice day.

- ♪ Memories are made of this ♪
- (singing bass notes)

♪ Too, ta, too, too whaa ♪

Please let that mean
you're finished.

- Yes!
- Oh, ho ho ho!

Grazie. Grazie. Danke schoen.
Prego. We're here all week.

Boston center now,
1-3-5-point 1.

Ed, tower wants them out faster.
They're backin' up.

I've only got so much room.
My airspace is finite.

- Hey, everybody. Ed's goin' down the pipes.
- I'm not goin' down the pipes.

Yeah, you are.
It happens every time
you use the word "finite."

American 427, depart VOR.
Heading 2-1-zero.

Traffic 5 o'clock above you.
No, correction, below you.

- No, no, I was right before.
- Correction, below you. Blow me...

Hey, Nick, any chance
you taking Allegheny 2629?

Allegheny 2629. Sure.
I got room for the whole fleet.

- You don't have to take that,
Zone, you got a full load.
- Let him take it, Leo. Teamwork!

Don't be a pain in the ass, Pat.

Get off the rubber!
Off the rubber!

Allegheny 2629,
reduce speed to 180 knots.

- Altimeter 2-niner-niner-2.
- PILOT: 180, 2629.

KLM 3729, traffic 2 o'clock,
3 miles east-southeast bound.

Level at 3,000 feet,
an Econojet. I'm putting him
ahead of you.

- Caution, wake turbulence.
- PILOT: Got him in sight, 3729.

Thanks. Tell you what.
Turn 20 degrees to the left.

- I wanna keep you on the ILS.
- PILOT: Okay.

NICK:
Four out of five dentists
surveyed recommend

sugarless gum for their
patients who chew gum.

Sugarless gum, sugarless gum,
sugarless gum, sugarless...

Gum, gum, gum.
Incom... gum...

Continental 962, heavy,
turn left heading 1-4-zero.

PILOT: 140, continental 962.

American 7736, contact Newark
tower, 118.3. Take care. Thanks.

PILOT: You do good work.
American 7736.

They're gonna have to
build planes faster
to keep me interested, Leo.

-I'll be damned.
-Continental 428,
descend and maintain 5,000.

PILOT: 6 to 5.
Continental 428.

Continental 961,
go direct to Robbinsville
at this time, please.

-PILOT: To Robbinsville,
continental 961.
-He shoots. He scores.

It's sleek, it's crisp.

Is that crisp vectoring or what?

I got 'em lined up
like Rockettes.

-ED: Hey, you guys think
Tina's lookin' good lately?
-Tina? She's too muscular.

-We see her everyday.
-It'd be like sex
with your wife.

(hums the Sabre Dance)

RON: Extra crispy
makes me feel sick.

ED: If he gets extra crispy,
I'll take 'em.

I want a side of berries
and a slice of melon.

- A side of white toast for me.
- Wheat toast, no butter.

- Whatever toast you got is fine.
- Oh... oh, okay.

Um, I got to start again.

Oh, no, no, no.
Not to worry there, Kim.

Everybody loses
the picture sometimes.

Take the weight off
those lovely getaway sticks.

Hey, don't worry.
He's bailed us out too.

- Oh, okay.
- She was gonna sit right here.

(whistles)
Order up.

Two eggs easy, not runny,
extra crisp bacon,
browns and wheat light.

One 3-egg ham and cheddar, no
onion, cottage fries, bacon and
rye, and a 3-egg sunny, runny,

tall buttermilk and ham, pigs,
browns, double order white...

And side berries, melon.

Move it! People are hungry.
Strive for greatness, men.

I'm a restaurant critic
for the Times.

Pardon me. Would you
ladies like to join us till
something opens up?

Thank you, no. We'll wait.

Please, my mother would be
ashamed of me sitting
while ladies stand.

Do this for Mother.
She's gonna have a heart attack
if I tell her about this thing.

I think it would be okay.

- Hi.
- BARRY: Hey, how you doin'?

-Good.
-Come on, uh,
part the Red Sea.

- Yeah, yeah, absolutely.
- Thank you.

- Have a seat, please.
- Thank you.

- You're welcome.
- Barry, Ron, Ed. I'm Nick...

- And you are?
- Karen.

- Hi, Karen, nice to meet you.
- I'm Beverly.

- Hi, Beverly. How are ya?
- How ya doin'?

- Thank you.
- Good. Now, you're welcome.

- I'm married.
- (giggles)

You were just about to throw
yourselves at him, right?

BEVERLY: So, do you guys work
together or something?

Yeah, we're in
the aviation industry.

- Pilots?
- Yeah. How can you tell?

-(mentally handicapped voice)
I drive a plane.
-Duh.

What are they doin'?
What are they doin'?
What are they doin'?
Karen?

(laughter)

No, you're safe.
You're safe.

- We're air traffic controllers.
- Ohh.

So you work in
a tower somewhere?

Uh, no. We work in a big
building here on the island.

A TRACON.

-A what?
-ALL: A terminal radar
approach control.

- NICK: Kind of in stereo there.
- It's nowhere near an airport.

We funnel every plane in or out
of New York's finite airspace.

As soon as your plane
leaves the ground,
tower turns you over to us.

-Seven thousand a day.
-More planes closer together
than any place on earth.

-Kennedy, Newark,
La Guardia. It's true.
-Wow. It sounds pretty tough.

-BARRY: It is.
-Oh, I don't know
what the big deal is.

I mean, it seems to me like you
guys just sit around all day

talkin' on the radio...
on the ground.

No, ma'am, it's a lot more
complicated than just that.

-Yeah, it's complicated.
-This job can be a bit
stressful some...

(stammering)
Don't say it's...
it's... it's stressful!

(laughter)

(car horn wails)

(Billy Idol:
"Dancin' with Myself")

♪ On the floors of Tokyo ♪

♪ Down in London town's
a go-go ♪

(horn honks)
♪ With the record selection
and the mirror's reflection ♪

♪ I'm a dancin' with myself ♪

♪ Oh, when there's
no one else in sight... ♪

♪ I'm a dancin' with myself ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, dancin'... ♪

♪ Dancin' with myself ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh
dancin' with myself ♪

♪ Well, there's nothing to lose
and there's nothing to prove ♪

♪ And I'm dancin'
with my... ♪

(talk radio playing)

- Hey, baby.
- Hey, honey.

- You hungry?
- No, we got breakfast at Ted's.

- Oh. Lipstick.
- Where you goin'?

Little Nicky's teacher
wants to talk to me
about his attention span.

-What about it?
-Apparently he
doesn't have one.

How do I look? Do I look,
uh, parental and concerned?

Mmm. you look great.

That sounds serious.
Maybe I should go with you.

No, that's okay, Nick.
I can handle this.

-I want you to stay
and get some sleep.
-Sleep is boring.

-I worry about you.
-Well, do you have to go
right away?

Why?

Oh. Oh,
that feels good.

Yeah? Will you
at least hurry back?

- From what?
- The attention thing.

Right.
Save it, honey.

There's a... a... a... casserole
in the, uh, uh, the fridge.

Fridge.

(door closes)

-Be fast.
-It'll be like
it never happened.

Okay. (laughing)
Oh, God, Nicky.

We need one of those little
chairs, you know, the things
that the old people have.

CONNIE: Yes, I'll be
right there. I'm s...

I'm sorry, Sister Beatrice.

Yes, I... I understand.
I'm sorry.

Yes, I'm very sorry.

Yeah, bye-bye.
(sighs)

Oh, I hate conferences
like this.

You know,
what's always unsaid is that
you're a failure as a parent.

Come on, Connie.
She's a nun. They're
very unhappy people.

Don't worry.
I'll help him with his
homework. It'll be okay.

-Oh, honey, you're only able
to do that when you work days.
-So, he'll be a third smarter.

You work days
twelve days a month, honey.
It's not a third.

Well, like what? 12 into 31.
It's like, I don't know,
under half.

-Honey, I've got
my art class tonight.
-What are you talkin' about?

The adult extension class.
Drawing the human form.
I told you.

- Oh, the, um...
- You know, I just, uh...

I need to feel
a... a little more...

I need to, you know, have
a... a... a life of the mind.

Hmm. are there gonna be a lot
of bare-assed guys there?

No. They're not coming
till week three.

-That's what
you're doin' it for.
-Do you... I don't know.

Do you think
it's a... a bad idea?

No, no, I think all
that stuff is good.

Whatever makes you happy,
you know?

-You're happy,
aren't you, Connie?
-Hmm?

Yeah. Sure.

What a funny old question.

(door slams)

MAN: This is the radar to show
us all the planes in the sky
over the New York area.

Kennedy, La Guardia, and Newark

are all within 20 miles
of each other.

- Seven thousand flights...
- Ah, jeez.

- What are you doing?
- Let it go, Zone.

Okay, guys. Right up here.
There we go.

Cute kids, Pat.
They all yours?

Could be. You know, when I was
young I laid my share of pipe.

- (laughs)
- (teacher clears throat)

Uh, these are the scopes,

and each one of these blips
is an airplane.

-Pat, Pat, do you mind
stepping off the rubber?
-Right. Okay.

Did you youngsters know
that an air traffic controller

is responsible for more lives
in a single shift

than a surgeon is
in his entire life?

It looks like a computer game.

Well, this is no game,
young man, I'll tell you that.

-If you make a mistake here,
there's no reset button.
-Don't touch me, Pat.

I hear air traffic controllers
have the highest rates
of clinical depression,

nervous breakdowns,
heart attacks, and alcoholism
of any profession.

- Don't forget suicide, kid.
- Suicide too.

Timmy always does
a lot of research
for our field trips.

Um, he's been online
since he was four.

- Pat?
- Yes, Ed.

- Take them somewhere else.
- Right.

Okay, kids. This way.
Here we go. This way.

You know, controlling air
traffic is much like conducting
a big symphony orchestra.

Mr. Feeney was using a metaphor
to express his feelings.
Can you all say "metaphor"?

That wasn't a metaphor.
That was a simile.
"Laying pipe" is a metaphor.

Ronnie! I got a departure, he
didn't tag up. I'm not talking
to him. He's gone NORDO.

-What was the last thing
you gave him?
-28 and 8. Didn't acknowledge.

-Climbin' to 8, where?
I don't see him.
-Hold departures for me.

- I don't see him!
- ED: Turn him!

-I don't even see his prime!
Where is he?
-He's right there.

- Turn him.
- (alarm beeping)

- I'm not seein' him!
- Turn him. Turn him!

-(chatter continues,
overlapping)
-(rapid alarm beeping)

- ED: He's right there.
- He's got no data block.

-Is there... Is there
gonna be a crash?
-Oh, Christ...

-Get these kids
out of here. Now.
-Come on, kids.

(beeping)

RONNIE: Econojet 2166,
traffic at your 2 o'clock.
Do you see him?

PILOT: That's a negative
on the visual.
My TCAS is goin' crazy.

(yelling)
Correction, I see him!
He's headed right at me!

Econojet 2166, immediate left
turn heading zero-7-zero,
expedite.

PILOT: Immediate, roger.

(alarm continues beeping)

(exhales) They're in pieces.

PILOT: Econojet 2166,
left turn expedited.

- ED: I told you to turn him!
- Go, Ronnie. Go, Ronnie.

- (indistinct chatter)
- Go, Ronnie. Go, Ronnie.

- Go, Ronnie.
- Knock it off!

(all exclaiming)

- Nick, plug in.
- Bug off!

-BARRY: Ooh! Oh!
-ED: Why you so upset, Ron?
You didn't kill anybody.

There was no squawk.
That wasn't my fault.

We all saw. Everything's
gonna be all right.

- There's a Jetlink and, um...
- I got the picture.

There was... yeah, well,
there was no squawk.

We're waiting for you
here in hell, Ronnie.

How about
a big wet one, huh?
Kiss it. Kiss it.

-There was no ident. No squawk.
-(mocking) Oh, there was
no ident.

- No squawk. It wasn't my fault!
- Get back to your scope.

-Don't talk about
what you can't handle.
-Let's go downstairs.

(all clamoring)

LEO: Now, you're done,
you're through.

Econojet 2166, reduce speed
to 1-7-0 knots.

(exhales)

(tires screech)

(Golden Earring:
"Radar Love")

♪ I've been driving all night
my hand's wet on the wheel ♪

♪ There's a voice in my head
that drives my heel... ♪

(revving engine)

(honk)

(honking)

- (screeching to stop)
- Aah!

-(horns wail)
-Hey, you jerk, do you mind
if we use the street too?

It looks like I wet
my pants. Fuck.

(sizzles)

That's what I'm talkin' about.

Continental 1250,
turn left heading 1-3-zero.

Yo, continental's lined up.
Jetlink's in fourth.

Christ, Vestali,
this looks like a parrot cage.
You're practically molting.

- Tweet, tweet. See ya.
- (blows)

- TINA: Oh, come on!
- Sorry.

Jetlink 3596, reduce speed
to 190 knots, please.
Fly heading zero-9-zero.

-Traffic at 3 o'clock, 4 miles.
-Hell of a lot of dinks
out here for a weekday.

Hey, Ma, let's take the plane
out for a spin, fly up close
to them big old jets.

PILOT: Sparta air 753
lookin' for Newark approach.

Hey, Sparta 753.
Hey, is this Jethro?

- PILOT: Yee-haw.
- How's my favorite redneck?

Falzone, are you
mockin' me, son?

Well, I thought I would,
Jethro, before you run
out of cornpone

-or whatever you're using
for fuel these days.
-Now, hell, now,

we wouldn't waste good
moonshine to fly one
of these shit-boxes.

Now, you gonna give me
directions, or am I supposed to
find New York by the smell?

Well, all right.
Sparta 753, turn left
heading zero-7-zero.

Maintain 2,000 till established
localizer. Cleared ILS.
Runway 4, left approach.

ILS. Runway 4, left.
Hey, let's have dinner
sometime, control.

I'd like to see if you're
as ugly as you sound.

Great, Jethro, I'll try
to find a restaurant where
we don't have to wear shoes.

(Southern accent) Now, do you
have your pig with ya or
are ya sleepin' alone?

Everybody, can I, uh, have
your attention, please?

Everybody,
just turn off your scopes.

(chuckles) It's a...

Th-this is the new man.
This is, uh, Russell Bell.

Russell comes highly
recommended. He's worked uh,
Albuquerque, Denver, Phoenix.

-So, he's wanted
in three states.
-(chuckles) They're a...

They're a
motley-looking group, Bell,
but they do the impossible.

They make... They make me
look good. Hey, guys,
settin' up a tailgate

for the Giants game
next weekend.

Unh! Meadowlands, huh?
Who's in?

Who's up for it, huh?
It's...

Oh, you guys are all business.
Okay, let's get, uh, Russell
checked out,

uh, ASAP, huh? It's...

Welcome aboard, Bell.
Come on. Get you started
on your paperwork.

-What the hell was that?
-Hey, who cares as long
as he makes the cut.

ED: That is one man closer
to my gettin' out of here.

Closer to
a quiet little tower job
in upstate New York,

seeing a psychiatrist
with big tits.

At least we know when
he's here that, uh, he won't
be breaking into our homes.

TINA: U.S. Air 732, turn
left heading 1-6-zero.
Maintain 2,000.

I don't know. I think
he looks kind of
interes... ting.

ALL: Ooh! Ooh!

Oh, you'd like to bring him
down your main runway
for a touch and go, Tina?

- Go die.
- Oh, yeah.

-Like a big whole-grain muffin?
That kind of interesting?
-Hangin' left today, Ed?

Jetlink 2946, your company
traffic's at 3 o'clock.

-Why don't you slow down
to 1-8-zero.
-PILOT: I am at 180.

Uh, correction, 1-6-0.

You know, I think
I heard of this guy.

I got a buddy in Denver who...

who told me about
this weird quiet guy

who was, like the best
controller he'd ever seen.

I don't care how good
he was in the sticks.

Until you hit level five,
living is easy.

Well, if this is the same guy,
I also heard he's kind of crazy.

He supposedly stood on a runway
and let a 747 fly right over
his head.

What the hell for?

He wanted to understand
what wake turbulence felt like.

(men laugh)

- That's bullshit.
- That's bogus, man.

We have to allow five miles
between planes for wake
turbulence,

and this guy stands
right under one?

Hey, I heard it
from two different places.

- That would have killed him.
- Yeah, well, you've seen him.

You sure it didn't?

PETE: Hey, Russell.

ED: You've met Ron Hewitt,
our very own Emily Post.

Let's go, Smiley.

(laughter)

Hey. Nick Falzone.
Friends call me "the Zone."

Shake it like you mean it.

(beeping)

So, uh, listen.
Me and some of the guys

are gonna go out after work
for a few drinks, couple
of pops, a few laughs.

You want to join us?
(video game beeping)

You don't say much, do you?

(indistinct chatter)
(rock music playing)

NICK: Trudy, hit us up
again, will you?

RON: Bring us, uh,
seven shots, will you?

Russell, word is you're
a good controller.

What's the most planes you
had to handle at one time, huh?

-Enough so that I didn't
have time to count. Why?
-BARRY: I don't know.

Our washout rate's
a mere 50 percent.

We always wonder if a new
controller's gonna go wacko
when he gets cornered.

You know, you will
get cornered here.

Don't unpack.

I just move the blips around
so they don't hit each other,
and then I go home.

I used to feel that way,
but then I remembered
they were human beings.

-Kinda dampened the whole thing.
Want a shot?
-Nobody told me that.

-No?
-One more round, and
I'm cutting you guys off.

-(all protesting)
-Hey, they surprise you
with a pee-pee test tomorrow,

you're blowing it
without my help.

Hey, Russell, we...
we heard this story.

They say you stood on
a runway in New Mexico

and let a 747 part your hair
with wake turbulence.

- That happen?
- No.

- That's what we thought.
- No, that was in Arizona.

- You really did that?
- Yeah.

Whew.

-Why?
-I guess my life was
a little short on excitement.

-Of course,
all that's changed tonight.
-(chuckling)

-Why don't I get the tip?
-No. That's all right.
We'll flip for it, huh?

Nope, nope, nope, nope.
Look quick. You ready?

- ED: Oh, can't we flip?
- No, everybody take a match.

TINA: Come on, I hate this.
Why do we always do this?

- You got it?
- RON: What do we do?

-Strike it on
the count of three.
-Wait, wait, wait.

-I'm gonna count.
One, two, three.
-TINA: Oh, we're gonna do...

First person to drop
the match pays the tip.

Whoa, wait. Mine's burning
faster. Look at that.
Mine's burning faster.

Another conspiracy.
(laughter)

See that? Look. It's burning
faster than yours. Shit.

All right, everyone.
We finally get to see
if Ron owns a wallet.

I own a wallet.
That's not fair.
Cheap Chinese matches.

I have a different brand.
Guys, Ron's paying.

ED: Game's over, guys.
Come on.

RON: Guys, what are you doing?

Ow!

I guess that's it.

Okay.

Okay.

I guess I'd better
get out of here.

Jesus. What was
that all about?

Nothin'.

- We're still on tonight, right?
- Oh, absolutely.

-Hey, Tommy,
Dr. Freeze is back.
-TOMMY: Freeze?

- Hey, Tina, guess what.
- What?

- Dr. Freeze has returned.
- TINA: I'm coming.

-Ahhhh...
-Hey, hey, hey.
Dr. Freeze is back.

Freeze. He's been working
with a new therapist.

Five dollars says he gets
to the scopes.

- Hey, guys.
- Yeah?

Dr. Freeze is back
to try it one more time.

-Who's Freeze?
-He's this guy who froze up
on the scopes so bad,

they had to take him out
of here in a big ice-cream bag.

(all shouting bets)

It's a big sky. lots of room.

They won't hit.
Lots of room.

- (controllers chattering)
- (sighs) It's a big sky.

Lots of room.
They won't hit.

Lots of room.

(chatter continues)

- ED: There he is, hey!
- TINA: Morning, doc!

- (shouting greetings)
- Whoa.

Ohh!

Ohh...

(breathing heavily)

-Lots of planes
waiting out there, doc.
-Ohh...

-ED: Come on, doc.
You're almost there.
You can do it.
-(moans)

-RON: Come on, baby.
Come on, baby.
-Lots of sky.

- (all chattering encouragement)
- (deep breathing)

- ED: That's it, that's it.
- United 2417...

- Climb to 4,000...
- On approach!

- You got it. It's yours.
- I'm back, Jake. Yeah.

- Practice, doc.
- One, two...

- I don't know, sir.
- ED: Lots of sky!

- Good-bye!
- Come on!

(all chattering)

- I had the door.
- You had the doorway.

-He never got into the doorway.
-Door, doorway...
what's the difference?

Look, she's a good two inches
from the actual door.

No, look, look.
From there to there...

-Whoa, whoa.
-Whoa, hey, not to
worry there, doc.

- How's it going?
- I got to the door.

-Way to go!
-Hey, that's your best
since you went down.

Aww... yeah.
I got hypnosis to thank.

-Yeah, yeah.
Good to see you.
-You, too.

- Come back soon.
- Yeah.

(pilot-controller chatter)

Where you been?
You were supposed
to be here an hour ago.

US Air 2166,
turn left, heading 120,
altimeter, 2-niner-niner-2.

I'm up to my ass
in airplanes right... now.

It looks frightening,
doesn't it?

Continental 2591,
contact tower 118.3.
Take care. Thanks.

PILOT: 2591.

- Brought your chair with you.
- Yeah.

Is that a...
good luck charm?

Thought you were busy.

Continental 2735, 5 miles
in behind, company heavy,
caution wake turbulence,

contact tower 118.3.
Take care, thanks.

PILOT: Got you.
2735. Good day.

Okay, chief.
Slide on in.

Let's get you
all saddled up there.

NICK:
Delta's due for an immediate
right turn. Three in trail,
got a Jetlink coming...

Yeah, I got it.
I got the picture.

Delta 532, turn left,
heading, 140, maintain 4,000.

-PILOT: 140 on the heading?
-RUSSELL: Yeah, that'll put you
right up his butt.

Delta 532, right up his butt.

Jetlink 3601,
fly south, heading, 180.

- PILOT: Jetlink, 180.
- Eagle 4912, descend to 4,000.

PILOT: 5 to 4. 4,000.

Bell, are you aware you
got two airplanes headed
towards one another?

-Yes, I'm aware.
-You gonna get ready
to turn one of 'em?

As soon as I put
that Jetlink between 'em.

Great. You want to get
your picture in the papers
your first day on finals?

I don't blow him by,
everybody loses
their connections.

- Delta 532, slow to 160.
- PILOT: Delta 532...

Continental 2478, slow to 140.

Jetlink 3594, increase
your speed to 230 knots.

-PILOT: Did you say 2-3-0?
-That's right, Jetlink.
I need it now.

-Speed 230...
-Come on, come on.
Pedal faster.

Continental 2478, you have
traffic at your 10 o'clock.

PILOT: I've got him in sight.
Continental 2478.

Delta 532, verify visual
contact with 2 o'clock traffic.

PILOT: That's affirmative,
approach. He's kind of hard
to miss right now.

(alarm beeping)

- Uh-oh.
- Oh, caca.

(all chattering)

- What's the problem?
- RUSSELL: Nothing.

NICK:
Chief here almost put three
planes together, that's all.

RUSSELL:
They had visual.

Now there's this little matter
of these two planes
going nose to nose.

- (imitating Amerindian chanting)
- Continental 2478,

turn right, heading 060,
slow to 140.

PILOT: 060,
continental 2478.

- Delta 532, slow to 160.
- PILOT: 160.

-Continental 2478,
descend to 3,000.
-PILOT: 2478.

Delta 532,
make a hard left turn,
heading zero-niner-zero.

It's too steep a turn.

PILOT: I'm gonna kiss my own
tail on that one, my friend.

Delta, make the turn,
or I'll spin you.

You'll land nice and easy
some time before Christmas.

PILOT: Left, heading 090.

(exclaiming)
(bell chimes)

PILOT: Delta 532. Scary,
but I must say, good job.

- RUSSELL: Thank you very much.
- Good job.

Nice talking to you, Bell.

Uh, you, too, Nick.

- Yeah, man.
- Nick. Come on in.

Come on, boy.
Come on in. Jeez.

Take a seat, pal.
Have a seat. Go ahead.

You know, I called
the traffic manager in Denver
about Russell, okay?

He sent me this.
Watch this.

(laughing) Now watch it again.
I've watched it a dozen times.

- This is funny stuff.
- Play that again.

Okay, watch.

PAT (laughing):
Do you believe that?

-Wow.
-Patty, Patty, you know
he's a fucking cowboy.

You know that, right?
He is.

You know, it's funny
you should say that.

They also told me
he's part Cree Indian.

He's a half-breed.
He doesn't fit in either world.

I'm telling you,
there's an aluminum shower
in that guy's future.

Nick, Nick, Nick, you know
passenger safety, of course,

-is one of our
highest priorities.
-Right, right, right.

Keeping them alive
is a very close second
to keeping them on time.

- I know the drill.
- Watch it, Falzone.

I know he brings 'em in
steep and tight,

but those airlines are not
gonna be on the phone

on my ass about delays
while he's on the scopes, okay?

He pushes tin.

So, uh, you gonna sign off
on him or what?

-Hey, everybody else likes him.
I like him too.
-Everybody loves him.

- What's not to like?
- That's it exactly.

Ask all your buddies
down there, all those...
those guys down there.

But let me tell you
something, Pat Sajak...

I say the guy's a loose cannon.

Takes one to know one, Nicky.

ED: Oh, come on, you guys,
take a doggie.

You're killing me
with the burgers.
I'm gonna run out.

- (jet overhead)
- Damn it!

Now, I left a note to use
alternate climb-outs today.

-Who's on departure?
-I don't know.
It's probably Harrison.

Harrison. Asshole!

I'll make sure every 747
leaving New York tomorrow night
blows shingles off his roof!

Well, at least it
drowns out Falzone.

BOTH: ♪ Whatever will be... ♪

Would you believe he's
never had a lesson, hon?

ED: More beef, Todd?

♪ The future's
not ours to see ♪

♪ Well, well
yeah, yeah, no, no ♪

- ♪ No, no, no, no ♪
- ♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

(rock music playing)

WOMAN: My grandmother used to
make sweaters all the time.

You remind me of my grandmother.

-WOMAN 2: Oh, thank you
very much.
-There's yours.

No, I don't mean it badly, hon.
I want you to make me one,
actually.

Would you make me one?

- Thank you, sweetie.
- You're welcome.

- A red one?
- If you want.

Barry started gnashing
his teeth while he sleeps.

Oh. Ed used to do that
until he got this jaw clamp.

- Does it work?
- Very well.

-He's already gone
through three of them.
-Huh.

- Is it expensive?
- It's worth it.

You round up all these
disgruntled postal workers,
right,

and you turn them into an elite
fighting force.

Discipline
would be a tall order.
I'm not saying it wouldn't,

I'm not saying it wouldn't,
but it would be perfect
for kamikaze missions.

You know what I'm saying?

Barry?

Hi. Uh, welcome.
I am, uh, Ed Clabes.

- My party. You're...
- She'd make you pay for it.

-Oh, hi! Yeah,
we're expecting you.
-NICK: A real nice job.

- Hi, how you doing? I'm Crystal.
- Ugh, someone give me a beer.

Just put 'em back
in them holsters, boys.
That's Russell's wife.

BARRY: Russell's got a wife?

-You invited Russell?
-Yeah. I told Julie
about him.

She said he sounded
interesting. Is there
a problem, Nick?

No, no, no. We usually just
all get liquored up alone,

and, you know,
it's a tight-knit group,
but whatever, man.

You know, it might upset
our delicate balance,
but it's your thing.

RON:
What the hell is she doing
with Russell?

-He's got her parents
tied up in the basement.
-Hello.

(all overlapping)
Hey, Russell.
How are you?

-Nice to see you.
-We're just talking about you.
How you doing?

- ED: Zoner, get the man a beer.
- Sure. Coming up.

- I don't drink.
- He doesn't drink.

- Um...
- How about...

-I met your wife.
-Very nice lady.
Very nice lady.

Why don't I show you around?
Would that...

-Okay.
-Okay. All right.
I'm gonna show him around.

-Let's go, man. Hey, thanks
so much for coming by.
-Glad you worked that one out.

Hey, you guys.
She's coming this way.

- Act like you could give a shit.
- Relax, buddy.

- Hi. Nick Falzone.
- Hi.

-Maybe your husband
mentioned me.
-Yeah, right. Uh...

-This is, uh, Barry and Ron.
-Of course. Could I have
a vodka tonic, please?

Sure, sure.
Let me get that for you.
Can you just move there?

-Okay, I'll move.
-It's a perfect accompaniment
for burnt steak.

- Honey, give me a refill.
- Hey, muffin.

Hello. I'm Connie Falzone.
I just met your husband.

-I'm Crystal.
Hi, nice to meet you.
-Oh, hi.

-Have you met
my husband Nick?
-Uh, no, no, no.

-Let's try that again.
I'm Nick Falzone.
-Here he is.

I'll be here all week.
Nice to meet you.

So, Mary, do you,
uh, have children?

- No, I don't.
- You don't?

-There... no, please,
come and sit down.
-RON: Jeez Louise. Whoo!

-She does a nice job
for us, though.
-She does a fine job.

- Great job.
- My god.

(jet engine roar)

- Oh, no!
- (shouts, cheers)

- Whoo!
- Aww...

ED: All right. Game. Game.
All right, guys.

Free-throw contest.
Free-throw contest.

- I'll start.
- ED: Okay.

Why don't you guys
get a room? We're having
a free-throw contest.

Oh, come on.

- One!
- Very nice. Very nice.

- Gimme it.
- (cheers)

Oh, Mary, you probably
know what it's like.

You ask where he wants
to go for dinner,
and he goes ballistic.

(gritting teeth) "I make
800 decisions a day.
Maybe you could

-make one tonight?"
-Yeah. God forbid
you make the wrong one.

Well, because you know what,
they're never wrong.

Well, you know, they
can't afford to be wrong.

There's that Connie.
Always sticking up
for her husband.

Yeah. Don't forget.
Connie's a first.

-Yeah.
-And, Mary,
what number are you?

I'm sorry.
What number what?

Which Mrs. Bell?
Well, Tanya's the second,
Crystal's the second...

I'm a third.
Linda, I think,
is a fourth, right?

And when we worked
at O'Hare, my best friend
was a fifth.

Or maybe that's what
she put away every night.
(cackle)

It's not that funny.
She was an alcoholic.

(cheers)
Seventeen!

New record
for the Zone!
Whoo-hoo!

Okay, come on. Shh. shh.

Aww...

Too bad.
Too bad.

But, ladies and gentlemen,
world record, 17,
Nick Falzone.

(cheering)
(jet engine roar)

I attribute it to natural
talent. Anybody want to go
through the motions? Anybody?

I'll go.

NICK: Russell Bell.

You guys,
what's important to me
is that Ed came home

with over 100 grand
last year, and he

-barely even finished
high school. Okay?
-That's true.

Even after we put
money away for
the kids' college

and Ed's upcoming breakdown,
it's still a pretty good
chunk of change.

Yeah.
It's well-done.

Excuse me.

(cheering outside)

Oh. By the way,
I'm a first.

-Well, she's not
gonna be the last.
-You think they're real?

-Oh, not a chance!
-If they are,
we'll have to kill her.

(snickers)

ED: Nine!

- GIRLS: Hi.
- Hi.

♪ If there's a new love ♪

♪ In your heart... ♪

Hey, what you trying
to do, take my job?

Sorry, Barry.
You the bartender here?

Nick! Nick.

- Nick. Third time.
- Nick.

- ED: Eleven!
- What can I get you?

I'll make you a tropical
drink, all right?

You'll feel like the trade winds
came in and blew away
all your problems.

Oh? What makes you think
I have problems?

-Everybody's got problems,
Mary. Don't they?
-Oh.

Is this the biggest
glass you have?

Well, I could go try to find
a bucket for you if you like.

(cheers)

- (cheers)
- ED: Fifteen!

Nice talking to you.

- (cheering)
- Sixteen.

- (cheering)
- Oh, 17!

Shh, shh, shh.

(wild cheering)

ED: That is 18!
That is a new record!

(cheers)

I want to go home now.

RUSSELL:
Ed, we're gonna get
out of here.

Hey, Russell,
I'll give you your wings
tomorrow.

- Yeah, okay.
- Bell!

-100 bucks says you
can't hit it from there.
-Nick, come on.

All right. 50 cents.
You said 100.

-I did say 100.
-ED: You don't have to do
that, Russell. That's...

- He's a gambling man.
- Come on, man.

You can do a three-point shot.

ALL: Aww! Oh!

You were very close.

Close enough, Russell.
We'll call it even.

(bills rustling)

You either make it,
or you don't.

-See you.
-ED: Yeah, all right.
Thanks. Nice, uh...

Yeah.
See you Monday.

Uh, oh, okay.
Uh, I'm gonna shoot.

I'm gonna shoot.
Ready?

-CONNIE: Did you have
a good time, sweetheart?
-NICK: Yeah. Yeah, I did.

- Did you?
- Yeah.

Good.

What did you think of the Bells?

I don't know.
They're all right,
I guess.

Yeah. She's a little
standoffish, but I...

You know, I think she's
a bit of a, you know,
saucemonster, if you ask me.

- I think she's insecure.
- Maybe.

I mean, she's very, uh,
very pretty.

- You're prettier.
- Oh, gee. Huh!

- I don't think so.
- No, you are.

Anybody says any different,
I'll chop him into ground beef.

- Will you?
- Yeah.

(laughing)

- You're my guy.
- I know how to talk, right?

Yeah. Not bad.

What do you think of him?
He's weird, isn't he?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

He's, uh...

He's sort of, um...

interesting.

Eagle 4912,
do not exceed 150 knots.

-If unable, advise. I'll have
to give you another spin.
-Coming in too fast.

NICK: Jetlink 3889, increase
to 190. I want more room for
the traffic behind.

Thanks, northwest 3518.
Descend and maintain 2,000.

-I have a hole.
I need another plane.
-LEO: Let's not get piggy.

-We can't get them
all down at once.
-Where's the hole?

Here. I slowed a United.
Can you get me another one
or what?

- You got it.
- LEO: Yeah, go ahead.

Jetlink 3601, 744, cleared
ILS. Runway 4, right approach.

RUSSELL: Clear for
approach on 4-right.

Continental 1783,
descend and maintain 5,000.

LEO: I got two more heavies.
Want me to hold one?

- Give them to me!
- They're yours.

Continental 1698, company
traffic, 12 o'clock 3 miles.

-Have him in sight?
-PILOT: Had him
a minute ago. Will look.

Keep searching. Follow the
localizer. Inbound speed, 160.

Now, 1698.

- Go easy, Zone.
- I want another airplane!

-Where you gonna put him?
-I'm gonna shoot him
by the United.

-Got to slow that 747.
-I don't have to slow
anybody down here.

- 747's with Russell.
- United 3426, you have traffic

a mile and a half
off your 3 o'clock.

That must be the Continental
at 5, heading, 141.

Maintain 3,000.
Turn left, heading, 1-2-zero.
What's bob got?

-Make that a hold.
-What's he doing
with that Delta?

-BARRY: You want the Delta?
-NICK: I want the Delta.
I want the Continental...

-Kennedy just rerouted
a JAL heavy...
-I got it.

Come on, Nick.
You don't have space
for a heavy.

-So what?
-I got a hole, Leo, but
I got to take it now.

Where? Where's the hole?
Show me the hole.

Behind the Delta.
Can't give him a full 5,
he'll bounce around,

but I'll get him down.

-He's got no hole.
-It's not a big hole,
but it's a hole.

Gentlemen, please. Russell,
bring the Japan in. After that,
I'm telling center to slow 'em.

- This is getting nuts.
- It wasn't a hole.

- RUSSELL: Yes, it was.
- NICK: It was not.

- Yes, it was.
- (sniffs) It wasn't a hole.

-Check your Econo coming in.
-Well, obviously it was.
He's in it.

- All right, ladies.
- It's a hole.

Can we direct some traffic here?

- Hey.
- Hey.

- You want to come with me?
- Where?

Doughnut fix.

- (sighs) Yeah.
- Let's do it.

(guns motor)

(truck honks horn)

(horn blaring)

- (horn honking)
- It don't get any greener.

(horn honking)

Get out of the road!
Now!

NICK:
Son of a bitch!

Oh, good. It's open.

- Yeah.
- I want a croissant.

-This is doughnut.
Croissants are bread.
-Croissants are pastry.

No, they're not.
Pastry's sweet.

Not all of it.

They don't have croissants.

(woman sobbing softly)

- Mrs. Bell?
- Oh.

God, please take me now.

-Is there anything
I can do?
-No, I'm fine.

Is this man bothering you?
Hey, what did you say to her?

Go away. Move it.
Go battle evil
on aisle 12.

(sniffles)

-You have no idea
how much I hate this.
-What?

A woman crying.
Nothing makes men
feel more superior.

-I don't feel superior.
I cry all the time.
-You do?

Oh, famous for it.
I may never have cried
at the supermarket,

but it wouldn't
surprise me if I did...
I cry at everything.

Old movies, old songs,
weddings... I cried like
a baby at my own.

Where's Russell tonight?

- Gone.
- He's gone where?

I don't know.

Sometimes he just takes off
on his motorcycle and says
he'll see me tomorrow.

I understand.

No, you don't understand.
That's not it.

Men are not the only reason
women cry.

Well, he's nuts
going off and leaving
you, I know that.

Oh, that's just Russell.
It's just something he does.

All right? Okay? And this
is what I have come to do,

is discuss my marriage
in a supermarket with
a perfect fucking stranger.

Good-bye, Mr. Falzone.

(sobbing)

- Mrs. Bell.
- Oh, god. What?

Listen, I know this great...

I'm talking great
Italian restaurant.

- (exhales)
- It is a family-owned joint,

neighborhood joint.
The best things aren't
even on the menu.

-Are you asking me out?
-No! No,
I'm not asking you out.

My wife has an art class.
You know, and the thing is,

I hate eating alone
in restaurants.

As a pure humanitarian gesture,
I think we should get
some food in you

before you start
hitting that vodka.

Whatever I order will be on me.

That's all right.
We'll get you a bib.

Tell me something,
Mr. Falzone.

Are there people
who find you charming?

Well, they pretend
because I try so hard.

(tenor singing in Italian)

(lip-synching)

- He's fantastic, yes?
- Yeah.

Here you go.

Come on. See?
That's a nice smile.

Is that the first
time you used it?

You know, I'm really
not as big a bitch
as you think I am.

I've formed absolutely
no opinion of you.

(song ends)
(applause)

MAN: Bravo!

So, who are you?
What do you, you know,

I don't know.
What do you like to do?
What are you good at?

Do you work?
Uh, yeah. Yeah, I do.
I'm... I'm a social worker.

Is that right?

Yeah. I mean,
I took some classes, but...

I can't even get volunteer
work here, though.

-Mm-hm.
-Apparently nobody in New York
needs any help.

Nah. We're all
doing fine.

Cheers.

It's better than
the frozen food section.

NICK: Well, you know, I never
get drunk. I drink a lot, you
know.

I drink, and I drink.
I got the constitution
of a walrus, but...

Here, do that thing.
Put your hand up there.

Yeah, see? That's...
See, that's definitely
your evil side.

- Uh...
- It's an angel.

- You just like the evil one.
- That one is the bad one.

It's got a nice Dorothy Hamill
vibe going over there.

So, besides, you know,
getting tattoos,
what do you do,

really, what are your hobbies?
Everybody's good at something.
I mean...

- I read.
- You like to read.

-Uh.
-You like fiction,
romance stuff?

- Sure.
- That's fun.

Uh-huh.
Tons of fun.

- Um, I grow things.
- Pardon me?

I grow things.

Flowers and stuff?
And plants, usually.
Some flowers, yeah.

- Just...
- Yeah? That's nice.

You want to know something?

The reason I was crying
in the supermarket...

was because I lost
a plant today.

My fuchsia hybrida voodoo
died this morning.

(chuckling)
Yeah. Well...

I carried that damn plant
on my lap all over the country.

- You did?
- It was like a pet.

I'd just take it
into every bedroom

and just put it
next to the bed
and wherever we were,

it'd just make everything
feel real cozy and familiar.

- I see.
- Yeah.

Oh, what, you think I'm crazy?

I think you're
a very intelligent woman

who finds herself
in a new city...

who is lonely
and a little scared.

- I love my husband.
- I love my wife.

MAN: Here you go.
My best barbaresco.

God... damn it,
I'm in love with you!

Oh, and I'm in love
with you, too, Nick.

Enzo, when you love somebody,
it's no good.

♪ Unless he loves you... ♪

He's gonna go sing now, see?

♪ All the way ♪

- ♪ Happy to be near you ♪
- (laughing)

♪ When you need someone
to cheer you ♪

♪ Come what may ♪
Everybody!

ALL: ♪ Who knows ♪

♪ Where the road
will lead us? ♪

♪ Only a fool would say ♪

♪ But if you
let me love you ♪

♪ You can bet
I'm gonna love you... ♪

Thanks for eating with me.
Making sure I didn't eat alone.

Thank you.

- I hope you had a good time.
- I did.

- Good.
- I did.

Hey, you gonna be all right
getting home and everything?

You know, you've had
a lot of wine.

Want me to follow you, make
sure you get in all right?

-No, I'll be fine.
-You're going home
to an empty house.

-No Russell, no...
fuchsia hybrida voodoo.
-Hey, you remembered.

It's kind of my job,
listening and
remembering things.

- Yeah, I'll be fine.
- Okay.

Then I guess this is good night.

-Good night.
See you around.
-Yeah.

(brakes screech)

Whoa!

I've just realized I've
had quite a bit of wine.

-I think you
should follow me home.
-Okay.

NICK:
Well, good night.

(turns engine off)

- (sighs)
- Oh...

I'm so sorry...

What?

I wasn't talking to you.

- Who were you talking to?
- (sighs)

God, I guess.

Oh.

Do we go directly
from afterglow to shame?
Eh?

Russell's not gonna come in here
and burst in on us, is he?

No. He's usually
gone all night.

Why do you know?
Where does he go?

-I don't know.
-I mean, well,
don't you ever ask him?

You're really interested
in Russell, you know that?

No. No.
Hey, what do you mean?

(sighs)

Can I ask you
something... personal?

Oof...

Whatever we do,
let's not get
personal tonight.

Have you ever done this before?

Wow. That is a truly
horrible question.

This is the first time
I've ever cheated
on him, yeah.

I don't know why I did it.
I just didn't want to be
alone tonight,

and Russell's...

He keeps to himself a lot.

What timeisit anyway?

Hey, I better, uh...
I better get going here.

It's getting...
kinda late, you know.

I mean, I got my wife coming
back from art class,

and I don't know if...

- Bye.
- Right.

Yeah. So...

Mary, if we don't talk
or anything,

don't take that as a...
a reflection on you or anything.

You strike me as, uh,
someone who might
take this... Ow!

Who might take, you know,
all that stuff personally.

You know? And I wouldn't
want you to think...

- Mr. Falzone.
- Nick, Nick. Call me Nick.

Fine. What are the fewest
number of words you can
use to get out that door?

Oh, I see.
Very few.

I just, you know, want you to
know that I didn't ever plan on
sleeping with you,

but it... it was strange,
and I enjoyed it, and...

I'll see you around.

-Hey, baby.
-Hey. Hey, no, no.
Wait a minute.

Come here. I want to
show you something.

Ready? Come here.

- Did it in class tonight.
- JFK?

- You could tell?
- Looks just like him.

- Yeah?
- Uh-huh.

You know, I...
I feel like I know him.

- Yeah. We all do.
- Yeah.

That's an original Falzone.
We got to hang it up
somewhere, right?

-Yeah.
-I'm beat. I'm gonna
hit the shower.

Hey, uh, guess what.

I... I had a hot date tonight.
I want to tell you about it.

- Oh, you did, huh? With who?
- Yeah.

Listen to this.
I run into Mary Bell
at the supermarket.

-You know, Russell's wife,
all right?
-Yeah.

She's crying. I guess she'd had,
like, a nervous breakdown,

her plant had died or something,
some craziness, right?

- Yeah.
- So I took her to Enzo's.

- Enzo's?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh. That was...
that was nice of you.

Well, I guess Russell
had split town on her,

and she was, like, having
a nervous breakdown.

She's a sweet kid.
So I just sobered her up
a bit, you know?

Oh, hon, it was, you know...
it was real nice of you
to buy her dinner.

- Yeah. Well, I didn't...
- I should call her.

Mm-hmm.

- Hey, Eddie.
- Hey.

Listen, man, have you seen,
uh, Russell around anywhere?

Uh... I think
he was here a minute ago.

- Yeah? How did he seem?
- What do you mean?

How did he seem?

I don't know.
Uh, I'll tell you what.

I'll give him
a complete physical
the next time I run into him.

- CONNIE (on phone): Hello?
- Hey, honey. How you doing?

Great. Nick...
Nicky, what's up?

Hey, listen, you want
to have dinner tonight
with me, alone?

You know,
relax a little together?

Sure. Okay.

- At Enzo's?
- No. Someplace else.

- Oh. Where?
- I don't know. You pick.

No, you always hate the pl...
Wh-What's wrong with Enzo's?

Did you have
a bad experience
with Mary Bell?

No, no, it was great.
I mean, it would've been
better with you.

-I mean... I mean Enzo's
would've been... Yeah.
-Right.

- Enzo's.
- Mm-hmm.

They always treat us
better when we're both
there anyway, right?

I hadn't noticed that.

- Right. Enzo's it is.
- Okay.

- I love you.
- I love you, too.

(piano playing)
(man singing)

♪ If a man
could be two places ♪

♪ At one time
I'd be with you ♪

- What's that racket?
- Enzo's getting good, huh?

Come here.

- Mr. and Mrs. Falzone.
- Hi. How are you?

- May I take your coats?
- Fine. Thanks.

-♪ If the world
should stop revolving... ♪
-NICK: (mutters) Jesus Christ!

- Mr. and Mrs. Falzone, welcome!
- Oh, hi, Sara.

- It's so good to see you.
- Okay.

- It's Russ.
- Let me show you to your table.

-Do you want to go
somewhere else?
-It's Russell.

Yeah, I know.
I saw him.

♪ And when
the world was through ♪

♪ Then one by one ♪

(clattering)

♪ The stars
would all go out ♪

- ♪ Then you and I... ♪
- Don't worry (laughs)

Is there another table,
maybe by the window?

-Oh, I'm sorry.
We're full tonight.
-Okay.

- Shh!
- ♪ Away ♪

(songs ends)
(applause)

-Honey, maybe we should
ask them to join us.
-Who?

-The Bells.
-No, no, no.
That's not gonna happen.

Why not? Honey, they're
sort of acquaintances...

Because this was supposed to be
a romantic dinner, wasn't it?

We're in that mode.

Your husband has
a beautiful voice.

Hi, Mary.

- Hi.
- Nice to see you.

Bruschetta.
Bruschetta.

- Nick, my friend.
- Enzo.

- Ah, and Connie.
- Hi, Enzo.

This place is filled
with beautiful women tonight.

- NICK: Mm-hm.
- I understand you and Russell,

- you work together?
- Yeah.

- He's an interesting guy, huh?
- Sure.

- And a beautiful voice, too.
- Mm-hm.

-Thank you.
-I'll be back to
tell you the specials.

-Would you like...
-With little Nicky
with the ADD thing,

the doctor's saying... I mean,
how serious is it? Do we need
to put him on Ritalin?

-You know? Will he
grow out of it or...
-No... yeah, he will.

I mean, we've done
all the allergy tests,
and I, you know... honey?

He's not allergic to chocolate.
He's not allergic to wheat.

So I... I think
he should be okay.

I'm thinking maybe some sort
of relaxation... Summer camp.
You know, he's always been...

'Cause, you know,
he's really focused
on the ice.

I mean, last Saturday,
he got cross-checked
in the first period, right?

He remembered. Third period,
he zeroed right in

on that little punk and damn
near took his head off.

He got in a 5-minute major.

Very focused, very determined
tough individual.

Little man
in a big man's shoes.
You know what I'm saying?

- Honey, are you okay?
- I guess their kid plays hockey.

-Do you play sports, Russell?
-I used to bowl when
I was an alcoholic.

Did it help?

- This is ridiculous.
- What is?

Would you like to join us?

Well, not in a drink, but...

Honey?
I'd really appreciate it.

- (chuckles)
- RUSSELL: Why not?

RUSSELL:
To tell you the truth,
I wouldn't trade it
for anything.

It was a great way to grow up,

and there was no electricity
or, you know,

really running water
or anything like that.

My grandfather was raised
on a reservation, of course,
in Oklahoma... where else...

-And, uh...
-CONNIE: Do they have
alcohol there?

Is that where the
problem began,
do you think?

-It must have been hard
for you, socially.
-Oh, not at all.

We do. We drink a lot.
Well, I don't, but
the guys at work do.

RUSSELL:
I... I think it's more
a spiritual thing for me.

-Was that a problem
for you at school?
-What, liquor?

-Because I know...
No. Being Indian.
-Half.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Nick said you were Cree.

Oh, no, don't apologize.
I'm just saying... I'm half.

- Yeah, my dad's Irish.
- Right.

- Your mom's...
- My... My mom's Choctaw.

- Choctop.
- Mm. Choctaw, not choctop.

-(laughing) Oh, I thought
you said choctop.
-That's okay.

My grandmother's
Italian, and... and
that's hard, you know.

-They came over here
in the fifties.
-It's hard to be Italian?

No, I mean, I love it, you know.
I mean, I don't speak it
or anything,

but it was hard for them,
I think, you know,
being... the acceptance.

RUSSELL: Tastes like chicken,
but it isn't.

They say that about
crocodile, I think.

My dear friends,
we've had an abundance of
requests for another song.

-NICK:(groaning)
-Russell, would you be so kind
as to do another for us?

♪ Muskrat Susie
Muskrat Sam ♪

♪ Do the jitterbug
out in Muskrat Land ♪

♪ And they shimmy ♪

ALL THREE: ♪ And they whirl
and they twirl ♪

♪ And they tango ♪

♪ Singin' a-jingin'
a-jango ♪

♪ Floatin' like
the heavens above
looks like... ♪

CONNIE (off-key):
♪ Muskrat love... ♪

NICK: First of all,
don't ever call me
at work again.

Second, don't ever go back
to Sorrento's again.

- Do you understand?
- Fine.

Now what do you need
to see me about?

- I told Russell.
- You told him what?

About us.

You... Why did you do that?

Why would you do
something like that?

What, are you...
what, are you fuckin' nuts?

Why would you do that?
Tell me why you do...
Are you sick?

Last night was a major moment
in our marriage.

We reached this level of honesty
that we'd never reached before,

and he shared something
with me that was
unbelievably personal.

- What?!
- Like I'm gonna tell you.

Anyway, it was important
that I share something
with him in return.

You know I gotta work
with this guy?
We work together.

I know. It's okay.
He's not upset.

(manic laugh)
Yeah, right!

He's all right about it,
believe me.

Bullshit!

Do you understand?
It's never all right.

I'm a man.
He's a man. Trust me.

It's never
all right, ever. Ever!

He was actually moved
that I was so honest with him.

Oh, Jesus.

-That man is constantly
surprising me.
-Maybe it's all for the best.

You know, I mean, assuming
Russell doesn't shoot me,
you know, the eyes.

I'm gonna change. Because
I haven't been the best husband
in the world. I know that.

I acted on the occasional
wrong impulse, you know?

-I've taken the detour,
and that's not right.
-I'm way too sober for this.

Listen, Bell. I just want
to say something. Then you do
whatever you have to do.

But psychologically,
I must be losing my mind.

I mean, to do that
to another controller,

I mean, I think
that's inexcusable.

I mean, it was 99 percent
alcohol, but you don't
want to hear that.

I don't even want to hear...
I don't even want to say it.

I don't even want to say that.
Whatever we have to do

to make it right,
I want to make it right.

So if you want to take
a swing at me...

I want you to know
I wouldn't swing back.

(sniffs)
Come on.

- It's okay.
- Have a seat.

Sit with me.

It's okay.
Sit with me.

(exhales)

When I was a little boy,
my grandfather told me,

"If you ever want to sleep
at night, don't marry
a young, beautiful woman."

Well, I did.

I'm a 40-year-old man
and I married a beautiful
19-year-old girl.

-Uh-huh.
-I've learned to accept
certain things.

I know the dangers of it.

I've also been
on the other side.

I've been the one following
the little pink panties
down the hallway.

It's torturous. We're men.
We can't help it.

It's not fair.

We have a huge burden on us.

Jesus, you're being
incredible about this, Bell.

I mean, amazing.

-Really.
-You're married to a really
beautiful woman yourself.

You should understand.

- Connie?
- Yeah, Connie.

I mean, she's gorgeous.
My God, she's gorgeous.

You must go crazy
when men gawk at her.

- Mm-hm.
- If this happened to you,

if you were in this situation,
you'd understand.

You might not like it,
but you'd understand.

- I don't think I would.
- You might be surprised.

-I really don't think I would.
-Human beings can
tolerate a lot of pain.

You never know till it happens.

- Oh, hi there.
- How you doing?

Fine. Nick invited
me for lunch.

-Well, it's a beautiful
day for it.
-Mmm.

Hey, with your complexion,
you must get a great tan.

Now, me. I spend
ten minutes outside,
they do skin grafts.

Where did you learn
to sing like that?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Your singing.
It was beautiful.
Where did you...

My father. He was
a professional singer,
among other things.

-Then what are you
listening to?
-French tapes.

You're learning French?

Yeah. I like
to learn new things.

Yeah, me, too.

- You speak it?
- French? Me? No. No.

I've always wanted
to learn though.

You know, they say it's
the language of love.

RUSSELL: Well, I'm not sure
how much I love it.

But, uh...
(speaks in French)

That is nice.

Yeah.

Listen, if you're
really interested,

I'll loan you these
when I'm finished.

Yeah, sure, that might be fun.

What might be fun, sweetheart?

- Hi.
- RUSSELL: Hey.

Hi, baby.

Bye.

Hey.

Hi, Russ.

Au revoir.

-What might be fun,
sweetheart?
-Hmm?

- What might be fun?
- Oh, Russell,

he-he's got, uh, French tapes
he's going to loan me.

-Be able to, you know...
-Hey, what's with
this Russell stuff?

You barely even
know the guy.
You call him Russell?

Yeah, I know him.
What's your problem with him?

I don't have a problem
with him. I mean, I think
he's a lowlife,

but that's his problem, right?
It's not mine.

-I don't like what
he said about you.
-What'd he say?

-Well, he said you
were attractive.
-Really?

-Uh-huh.
-Did he use
the word "attractive"?

Yes, he did.

What was...
What was the, uh, context of...

-The context... the context
was I don't remember.
-Right.

Uh, that was the context.
Look, I got 30 minutes.

I don't want to spend it
talking about Russell Bell,
all right?

Okay, we'll talk about what
you want to talk about.

Does he address you as
Connie or Mrs. Falzone?

No, honey.
It's "babycakes."

(chattering)

Hey, Tommy Boy, how you doin'?

I haven't seen you
in about 10,000 years.

No kidding, Zone. How you been?

Good, man. What are
you doing here?

- Oh, filling in tonight.
- Who you filling in for?

Bell.

-Well, where did he
have to go tonight?
-How would I know?

He just called me to switch.
I switched.

- Well, is he sick?
- No, he sounded good.

CONNIE (on machine): Hello,
this is the Falzone residence.

We're not in at the moment.
But if you leave your name
and your number,

we'll call you back.
Bye-bye.

Nick, how do you turn this
thing off?

Connie, are you there?
Are you screening?

Don't screen. Pick up.

Nicky. Connie.

Okay, sweetheart.
Talk to you later. Bye.

Bonjour.

(catcalls and cheers)
ANNOUNCER: Welcome to tonight's muscle queen contest.

Three of the most-achieved
young ladies

whose mission it is
to tone the whole body,
not just the big parts.

I don't know, I mean
I think she's screwing
around with Russell.

(inaudible conversation)

- Connie and Russell Bell?
- Yeah.

-No, no, no. Okay,
what have you got?
-I got nothing concrete.

- Oh, come on!
- But I got a gut feeling.

What do you...
come on. Connie's
crazy about you.

Besides, only scum would
screw around with another
controller's wife.

-That's the unwritten rule.
-There are exceptions
to every rule.

Come on. Russell's not
that low. Don't worry.
What's wrong with you?

ANNOUNCER: And now
our first contestant,
miss Tina Leary.

(pumping rock music)
MAN: Yeah!

I did something stupid.

- What'd you do?
- Like really stupid.

-I ran into Mary Bell
at the supermarket.
-Uh-huh.

She was upset over a plant,
a hibiscus. She was a mess.

Forget about the plant.
You know how she looks.

Okay. I felt sorry for her.
I took her out to dinner, okay?

We had a little too much
to drink, one thing led to...

Okay, wait.
You bopped Mary Bell?

Did you?

Just once.

(laughing)
Whoa, man.

(rock music continues)

It's horrible doing that
with another controller's wife.
I broke the unwritten rule.

At least you have
the decency to be disgusted
with your own behavior.

That's something, isn't it?
That's something.
That counts for something.

Yeah. That'll teach
Russell to take on
more planes than you.

-You know,
we just lost our heads.
-Shh...

- I think he's trying...
- Okay, okay.

- I think he's trying...
- Nick, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You're starting to worry me.

You're starting
to worry me, Nick.

This job can get
to people, Nick, right?

Sometimes this job
gets to people.

The universe tends
towards chaos.

-What?
-It does, It does. The universe
tends towards chaos.

It's like we're the last
line of defense against
chaos... in the sky.

it can be...
It can be too much
of a burden. You know?

It can be more
than the human mind...

Yeah, I know what you mean.
I got it.

Yeah. Okay.

You're not screwing
my wife, are you, Nick?

- What are you talking about?
- You're so crazy.

BARRY:
Hey, Tina! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
Oh, baby, you look so good!

Connie?

(sobbing)

What's going on?

Everything okay?
Hey, buddy.

You... you... you run along
now, Teresa. I need to
talk to Daddy now.

Hey, Dr. T.

- What is it?
- Sit down, Nick.

I've been explaining to
the kids what it means that...

Daddy...
won't be around any more.

(thud)
(exhales)

(whispering) Hey...

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, Connie.
Wait a minute.

Connie... Connie...

Do you even want
to hear my side of this?

What's your side
of my father dying?

(gasps)

(exhales) It...

It's a terrible shock.

-He's been sick
for three years, N-Nick.
-Still you're never prepared.

They can, um... Don't worry.
They can stay with, um...

uh, Laura and, uh, Kevin.

But I got to leave tomorrow.
So, um, I've left... three
casseroles in the fridge.

Why do you assume I'm not going?

Oh, honey, you never
take time off...

I'll take time off.

Okay?
I'll take time off.

- You sure?
- Yes.

Hey, I got these for you.

Oh.

Are you okay?

Oh, yeah, yeah.
I mean no, no.

Yeah. Ohh.

(whimpering)
Oh, my daddy's gone.

(speaking in French)

- Was that French?
- What?

Did you say goodbye in French?

- Yes, I did.
- That's lovely, Connie.

I'll never forget
the first night I met him.

He was a wonderful man.

He took me aside and he said

he always thought no man would
be good enough for his daughter.

Then he met me
and he was sure of it.

He said, "If you're not
good enough for my daughter,
then no one is."

-You know, he had
a sense of humor.
-Yeah.

You know, like it or not,
he spoke his mind.
He wasn't devious.

He didn't sneak around
and say things behind your back.

He didn't ride around
on a motorcycle.

Uh...

I didn't realize
you knew French.

I've been listening
to tapes for weeks.

Ahh, tapes.

Russell Bell, he...
loaned them to me.

- That was considerate of him.
- What is it with you?

At this... time.

Honey, it's like you
don't trust me any more.

What are you talking about?

Nick...

I read that when
a person does not...

trust another person...

it is actually
because they themselves...

They themselves what?

They themselves what?

Are you trying to turn
this around so it's about me?

Is it, Nick?

Is this about you?

What are you talking about?

You look me in the eye...

and tell me you've
never cheated on me.

- Oh.
- Come on.

You want me to...

(whimpering)
I'm... I'm gonna be sick.

I'm going to be sick.

This is not okay, Nick!

- You are an asshole!
- Ow, ow, Connie.

- Capital A-S-H...
- Connie! Ow, stop hitting me.

Asshole!

(thunder crashing)

MAN: Ladies and gentlemen,
the captain here.

In just a few moments,
we'll be commencing
our descent.

I'm going to ask
the cabin crew to complete
our prelanding procedures.

-(sniffle, sighs)
-(whispering) Connie,
I know it's too early to ask you

to forgive me, but do you
think you could possibly

someday imagine starting
to think about it?

I just want you to know
that if the situation
were reversed,

I think in my heart
I could forgive you.

-There's nothing
to forgive.
-What do you mean?

Want to know why?
because I did it too.

Russell et moi.
We did the deed.

The grand of freaky freak.

We went all over the house.

We went upside-down.
We went sideways.

We should've worn helmets.

- What's going on?
- (speaks French)

- Didn't mean a thing.
- No, no, no. This plane.

I called the TRACON
with our flight number.

They're supposed to be
bringing us straight in.

Uh, ladies and gentlemen,
we've just been informed

that there's a little traffic
ahead of us at the airport.

They've asked us
to delay our landing
for a few minutes.

It shouldn't be long.
We'll keep you advised.

Guess I get to spend
some quality time
with my husband.

(thunder)

Who's on approach right now?

(thunder crashes)
(people exclaiming)

ATTENDANT:
Ladies and gentlemen,
the captain has turned on
the "fasten seat belt" sign.

We seem to be experiencing
a few bumps.
It should be over shortly.

NICK: Russell!

This is crazy.

(crying)
They don't even
fit me any more.

- Where are you going?
- I need a drink of water.

- (rumbling)
- (crying out)

Sir, the "fasten seat belt" sign
is on. You need to sit down.

Miss, I'm a new York
air traffic controller.
I don't want to alarm you,

but I think
this plane could be
in danger, ma'am.

- This is not a threat, is it?
- Not from me.

The man controlling this plane
could be under emotional strain.

-Captain's fine.
-Oh, you think the captain's
controlling this plane?

That would scare me.
I'm not talking about that.

I'm going to have to insist
you return to your seat
right now.

I understand.
I just need to talk
to the captain for 20 seconds.

- Sir, sit down!
- Just 20 seconds.

- Right now!
- Okay.

All right. I will.

- Captain! Captain!
- You are not allowed in there!

- Captain!
- Sir... you... you...

-You'll remain in your seat...
-This plane is being
put in intentionally bad...

(all talking loudly)

- This plane is being put...
- You'll be subject to arrest.

Listen, the controller on the
ground has lost his mind.

- To arrest!
- No water, huh?

They only had sparkling.
I wanted flat.

Maybe you should've asked her
a little bit more nicely.

I was very polite.
I have to go to the washroom.

Ugh, you can't drink
the stuff in the washroom!

CAPTAIN: I'm going
to ask the flight crew
to buckle in.

A little turbulence.

(rumbling)
(passengers exclaiming)

(pounding on door)
NICK: Captain? Captain!

Listen to me! I have...
I have the proper...

I have the proper
identification.

-I'm an air traffic controller!
I have proper ID!
-(yelling)

What do you think this is,
a video card? There's an
emotionally unstable man

on the ground
controlling this plane!

I've got to talk
to the captain!
He's trying to hurt me.

CAPTAIN:
Ladies and gentlemen,
you'll be happy to know

that we've just
been cleared to land.

Will you please
just give the man
a drink of water?

- Sit down!
- I'll get it myself.

Thank you very much
for your patience,

and thanks for flying Dynajet.

MAN (on radio): In spots, it's
very slow moving, folks.

We're looking at the white
stuff being with us at least
until tonight's rush hour.

Accumulation in Central Park is
already five and a half inches.
There's plenty more to come.

We're gonna have to find
an alternate route in tonight.

There's somebody on the scopes

who's about to go on
mental health leave.

RON: Weather advisory.
Airport conditions,

one and a half inches of snow
on all runways.

Snow is hardpack.
Runways cleared for
three landings only

before replowing necessary.
Tower advises visual range

of one quarter mile at 2,000
feet closing to 500 feet.

♪ The sun will
come out tomorrow ♪

♪ Bet your bottom dollar ♪

Iraqi 732...

(ring clinking)

Morton.

Repeat, please.

Who is this? How...

(dial tone)

(indistinct chatter)

Hey, Falzone.

Were you on approach
last night, around 1:00
or 2:00 in the morning?

Come on!

- Hey, hey, hey!
- All right! All right!

- What are you doing?
- Were you on?

- BELL: Wrong answer?
- Come on! Hey!

(all shouting)

- Falzone, stand back!
- Leo, we got to talk!

Yeah, we got to talk.
There's a bomb
in the building.

- TINA: What did he say?
- A... a what?

We just got a call.
There's a bomb
in the building.

- ED: Well, that's a hoax.
- It came in on the secure line.

Oh. I just wet myself.

- No. That was me.
- Hell, that's, uh, that's smart.

You take out this facility
and you close down
the whole sky.

Well, the guy said
it's good to go
at exactly 1100.

-RON: What do we do?
-LEO: Well, we got to clear
the building.

We're getting
all nonessential
people out right now.

We're stopping all takeoffs,
and central flow's being told
to hold all incoming flights.

All we got to do
is land or reroute

every plane in our airspace
within the next...

twenty-six minutes.

-What?
-All right, listen to me.
Listen.

I know I can't ask
any of you to stay,

but I need two volunteers
to handle approach.

I think we can make it.
It'll be fun.
(alarm ringing)

Lot of these guys are coming in
with close to zero visibility.
(laughs)

I... Ed, I'm sorry.
The human body has a finite
capacity for handling stress.

I don't mind losing
my health on the scopes,

but, yeah, I'd like
to keep my ass,
thank you very much.

I'm fresh. I'll stay.

- LEO: Good man.
- I'll stay.

- Not him!
- LEO: Why not?

We'll talk about it later,
Leo! Just let Barry do it.

I'm fine, Leo.

I like Russell's idea better.

LEO: Russell's on.
Everybody else,
come on, clear.

(alarm, sirens)

POLICE (bullhorn): Move away
from the building.
Do not move your car.

Please get behind
the yellow tape.

Move away from
the building, please.

(horn honking)

(police radio chatter)

(barking)
Move away from the building.

MAN: Hold those people back.
Move! Move! Move back!

Here! Here's the bomb squad.
Go cover that.
I'm gonna get some answers.

OFFICER: Get back!

REPORTER:
Excuse me, sir. I'm sorry.
Can you tell me if any
controllers are in the building?

MAN: We got two in there.

- Can you identify them, please?
- OFFICER: Time to get back.

REPORTER (yelling):
Come on!
Are you rolling? Okay.

REPORTER:
We have just been
informed that there
are two controllers

that remain inside
the threatened facility,

who are frantically
and very courageously

guiding whatever planes
remain aloft to safety.

(Nick and Russell
both speaking fast)

NICK: No, I can't take any more
unless a fuel emergency.

Pull Delta out
of the hold, please.
I can take him now.

Northwest 2442, Newark
altimeter's 28-niner-1.

RUSSELL: 3861 x-ray, you have
traffic below you at 4,000.

Hey, greaseball,
why don't you spill the beans?
What the fuck's wrong with you?

Eagle 49, traffic you're
following is eastbound.

Proceed directly to the outer
marker ILS. Runway 4 left.

Fuck you, Russell!

Turn, northwest. Final now.
You can go to 3.

He's in the turn.
I see Jetlink.
You go to 2, I'll stay at 3.

-What exactly is it you
think I did, smart-ass?
-Save it for the hearing!

I am personally gonna
see to it that you go down
in flames!

-Oh, you kiss my ass!
-Negative, United! That was
not to you. Not to you!

- What is it?
- Hope you're enjoying this,

'cause this is your
last session on the scopes.

- What?
- You're too...

- Will you take that thing off?
- Give me my feather!

- Give me my fucking feather!
- No. Can't have it.

RUSSELL: Continental 1361,
you're clear for approach
at 4 right.

-That's all the room
you're gonna get!
-You don't need this
any more, Russell!

-Give me my feather!
-Your luck's run out,
you hear me?

-Why are you obsessed
with taking my...
-(alarm buzzing)

You Riverdance motherfucker!
You...

I said give me my feather!

-NICK: It's mine! Mine!
You can't have it!
-(pilot radio chatter)

(grunting)
PILOT: ...297 climbing to 630.

- Here we go 10-7725...
- Shit!

NICK: Jesus Christ!

-NICK: Switch over to
the main speaker.
-PILOT: 140, our heading.

Still at 140... uh, correction,
we're at 138...

(Russell and Nick
shouting simultaneously)

(both speaking simultaneously)

(indistinct radio chatter)

- NICK: I'm clear.
- RUSSELL: Yeah, me, too.

- (barking)
- Gotta go! Get out!

-OFFICER: Get out now!
-RUSSELL:
Give me my feather!

I don't want to talk
about your feather.

PILOT (on PA): Sparta Air
7-5-3, checking in.

Newark approach, Sparta 7-5-3.

Sparta 7-5-3, checking in.
Anybody there?

Sparta air 7-5-3...

NICK: It's Jethro.
Sparta 7-5-3.

Sparta 7-5-3, do you read?

Sparta 7-5-3, this is
Newark approach. Sparta 7-5-3,
if you read, squawk ident.

-He'll miss the localizer
at that angle.
-He's below minimum.

-NICK: Try guard frequency. Go.
-RUSSELL: Sparta 7-5-3,
this is Newark on 121.5.

- Sparta 7-5-3,
- Newark approach.

-Sparta 7-5-3...
-Sparta operations,
this Newark approach.

Flight 7-5-3
has radio failure.
Can you plug me through?

Shit, well how 'bout
a company frequency?

Thanks, anyway.
Communications are down.

NICK: Russell!
What the...

I'm gonna try the center.

Center approach,
Sparta 7-5-3 descending
below minimum.

Needs a turn and a climb.
We can't reach him
on any frequency.

If you can get to him,
climb him to 2,000. Thanks.

(exhales)
Godspeed, son.

Sparta 7-5-3.
I am not receiving. Y'all get
your asses fired again?

(sirens)

LEO: Come on, Nick!
Get out of there!

-Get out of there!
-BARRY: Get down, Nick!
Get down!

- Get down, Nick!
- TINA: It's gonna blow!

What the... aah!

(grunting)

-BOMB SQUAD:
Get out of here!
-NICK: (yelling)

All right! All right!

-Where's Russell, huh?
-What are you talking about?
He came out before I did.

-No, he didn't.
-Yes, operator,
listen to me carefully.

I need you to connect me with
Sparta Airlines base operations
in Greensboro, South Carolina.

(telephone rings)

Hello?

The pilot?

Who shall I say is calling?

Sparta air 7-5-3, ILS.
Runway 4, left.

(helicopters hovering)

OFFICER (on bullhorn):
Everybody,
get down under cover.

Stay down!
Get behind the vehicle!

Get back, people.
Down. Down and away.

MAN: Look, it's Russell.

OFFICER: Please, everyone,
stay back behind the line!

LEO: Russell, Russell,
are you okay?

TV REPORTER:
After an exhaustive
search of the building,
no bomb was found.

The call was just
a dangerous hoax.

But that hoax put many lives
at risk in the sky

and in the air traffic
control facility.

While the other controllers
ran for their lives in panic,
one man stayed behind...

-Huh?
-...to guide the
planes to safety.

Russell Bell, what made
you stay in the building
as time was running out?

It's my job.

That shit!

TV REPORTER:
New York has identified
its newest hero, as is
clear...

NICK: Perfect.

...from the children
of public school 384.

-KIDS: ♪ Russell Bell,
Russell Bell ♪
-Come on. Come on.

-(car horn honks outside)
-Kids and I are going
to, uh, Felicia's for a while.

Come on. Come on.
Come on, this is crazy.

Come on, come on,
come on, Connie.

I've left some casseroles
in the fridge for you.

Connie, Connie, enough's enough.
Put the suitcases away, okay?

-No, I've...
I've lost you, Nick.
-No, no, I'm right here.

Now, I want you to know
that this is not...

It's not all about the, uh,
the... the cheating, okay?

You know...
I think that's messed you up
more than it has me.

-Come on, put the
suitcase down, sweetie.
-We used to be...

Please?

We used to be so much
in love, Nick.

You know, and anything
less than that, I don't know,
it just feels like nothing.

Do... do you understand
what I'm s-saying?

(whispers) Yes, but you're
making a big mistake.

I... do you understand,
Nick, what I'm say...

No! And you
don't either!
Ow. Mother...

Why do I bother, you know?

You're gonna leave?

Connie!

Is there anything even
in those suitcases?
Connie?

You know I'm gonna make
this up to you, don't you?
You know I will.

-TV REPORTER: And you all
work with Russell Bell?
-RON: Oh, I'm right there.

-Can you tell us
something about him?
-Hey, Nick.

ED: Nick, I said something
good about you, but they
cut it out.

BARMAID: Hey, sweetie.

- I'll have a double tequila.
- Nick, Russell's gone.

He took off with that...
that crazy wife.

He just lit out.

(TV continues, indistinct)

(Nick sings softly)

♪ The same thing
that I want today ♪

♪ I will one day
you ask me again ♪

(alarm beeping)

United 3451, turn left
heading 0-6-0. Expedite!

Mother...!

-LEO: What's the matter, Nick?
-This TWA got in
my airspace somehow.

LEO: He's got a data block.
You must have accepted
the handoff.

No, he was supposed
to be at 5,000 feet,
and he was descending.

- Tommy, sit down for Nick.
- Yeah.

- Come on, Zone. Let's go.
- I don't need him to sit in.

You know the drill.
Let's go downstairs,
have a cup of coffee.

Oh, it had to be
an operational error, man.

- LEO: You had a deal, Nick.
- (sighs)

PAT: Yesterday he lands
a zillion planes.

Today he takes the only two
in the sky and almost puts them
together. I mean, that's funny.

I'm going to work.
Guys, I had a deal.
So, you've slapped my wrists.

Now, just do the paperwork
and let me get back to work.

Nick, why don't you
take today off?

-Go home, play with the wife.
-Yeah. Just make sure
it's your wife.

(chuckles)

PAT: What?

- Who's ready?
- TINA: I am.

You with me? Now, this guy's
a go-around. His landing gear
didn't go green.

Also, focus here on
US Air 4844 and United 2417.
Okay, buddy, you're on.

- (alarm beeping)
- TINA: Are you all right?

Nick, are you on that?
Are you on that?

(whistles)

US Air 4844, descend
immediately 3,000.

-BARRY: What's going on
with you, Nick?
-Turn right heading 1-2-0.

-What's going on?
-Turn right heading
2-2-0 further right.

-Resequencing for
runway 0-4, right.
-(sighs)

-You want to pull the tapes?
-Forget it, Leo.
There's nothing to hear.

LEO: Nick, I want you
to go home.

- (exhales) Home?
- You had two deals in one shift.

You're only allowed three
in two and a half years,
and then I gotta yank you.

Go home, Nick.
You're dangerous right now.

Just get some rest, Zone.

It's a slow day.
We can handle it.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I'll come
back, uh, in the morning.

Nick, come back
when you're ready.

Yeah.

Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo.

(laughter)
(man speaks Japanese)

BARRY: Nick?

Hey. Front door's open.

- Hey, Barry.
- Whew. Place looks great.

Hey, come on.
Have a seat.

(cans clattering)

See? Look at that.
That's an endurance contest.

See? Straight
knockout competition.

They burn themselves
with the hot sand
and... and the cactus

and the magnifying glass
right on the nipples, right?

But see, there's no
set order to the torture.

There's no set order,
but, uh, that doesn't matter

because apparently,
you know, it just...

It's who's gonna fall first?
That's all it is.

That's either a point
or a demerit system, but it's...
that's what... it's all...

What else can it be?

I think it's good you're
taking a little time off.

You look great.
You were getting
a little tense there.

-And that day you kicked
Russell in the butt.
-Uh.

-It's good we can laugh
about that now, huh?
-Laugh at what?

When you kicked Russell
in the butt.

He put my plane
in a thunderstorm.

Oh, no. Nick, Nick.
Is that what you think?

Nick, he may have put you
through a few bumps that night,

but he had
a medical emergency
on ASR approach.

He had to spin seven planes.
The guy had a heart attack.

Russell had to get him
down right away.

Yeah, he did a hell of a job.

Leo, it's Nick.

Yeah. Great, great.

Leo, do you have any
idea where Russell went?

Where did he go?

Yes, operator. I'm trying
to trace a friend who just
moved to Colorado.

The name is Bell.
Mr. and Mrs. Russell Bell.
Yes, Bell.

Meadow creek, Colorado?

No, I just need the address.

Hey, you caught one.

Let me take a look
at that mother.

Hey, he's a big one.
You caught Moby Dick.
Good work there, Russell.

Why'd you let him go?
He wasn't big enough
for you or what?

He knows I caught him
and I know I caught him.

Oh.

- Don't quit on my account.
- It's too cold anyway.

The fish are gonna stop feeding.

I called your house
and Mary said you'd
be out here.

She sounds good.

Oh, she wanted me
to give you this message.

"See? I told you Colorado
wasn't far enough."

- That's what she said.
- (pole clattering)

Let me ask you something, Nick.
What are you doing here?

Hey, do I need
a reason to see
my good buddy, Russell?

My life is shit.

Connie left me.

She's my high school sweetheart.

Fifteen years. I never
forgot an anniversary,

never forgot her birthday,
just a couple wedding vows,

and, uh, I miss
the hell out of her.

I had 2 deals in one day,
in a half-hour.

One more, and I'm gone.
All the way gone.

I keep trying to figure
this thing out,
you know, 'cause, uh,

before you came along,
I was the Zone...

I was the best.
You know, everybody
thought I was the best,

including me
most of the time,
and, uh...

I could always keep
my shit together, you know,
no matter what happened.

You know, control things,
stay in control and, uh...

I've lost it.

You know, I've lost
the reality of my reality,
and, uh...

I want my wife back.

I want me back, and...

I know I got
one person to blame
for where I am... me.

Maybe not.

We both played this stupid game.

And it seems like
this stupid game helped
my marriage and hurt yours.

-That's true.
-There is a way out of
this mess that you're in,

but you can't think
your way out of it.

Thought is your enemy.

I know, I know,
I... I... got...
I gotta think less.

- I had that thought actually.
- You have to let go.

Let go.

- Let go of what?
- Let go of you.

-Uh-huh.
-I mean, think about it. What
have you done for you lately?

-I'm having trouble
following you there, Russell.
-You have to jump in.

- Jump in back on the scopes?
- No, in the water.

Mm-hmm.
The, uh...

- The river?
- Yes. Jump in the river.

Yeah. H-hey, it's too cold
for the fish, right?

Now see, you're thinking.

Now, if you jumped
in when I told you,
you'd be out now.

-You get what I'm saying?
-Just tell me what
the point of it is.

- Just jump in the goddamn river.
- I will if you just tell me wh...

- Jump in the goddamn river!
- You want me to go in the river?

- Jump in the goddamn river!
- In that river?

- Jump in the river!
- Okay, I'm going in here now.

- Good!
- And it's cold!

-Jump in!
-And what does this have to do
with my life, huh?

Cause you need to cleanse
yourself of your sins,
and be born again!

That kind of thing.

Oh, bullshit, man!

Bullshit, bullshit,
bullshit! Bullshit!

I didn't come 2,000 miles
for acute hypothermia

and some Sunday school lesson...

-Okay.
-out of a fucking
fortune cookie.

-Fine. Forget it.
-You want me to go in,
I'll go in, okay?

- No, it's too late.
- That's it. It's official.

The results are in.
You're nuts, Riverdance.

I always suspected it,
and now I know.

Why'd you quit?

Doesn't seem your style.

I left New York because
I was afraid of
one of two things,

either I was gonna kill you,
or I was gonna kill a plane
full of Japanese.

Well, at least I got to you.

You sure got to me.
Good luck, Bell.

You want your life back?

-Do you really want
your life back?
-What's it look like?

- Come on.
- Great. Fine.

Anything's better than that.

NICK: Where we going?

(sighs) Well, let me just
put it this way,

you'll wish like hell
you'd jumped in the river.

All right. Well, uh,
what do I do? I... should I...
should I brace myself?

-Should I relax?
Should I lean in?
-It's a 747 coming at you.

-Huh?
-You could wiggle your ears
and clap for Tinkerbell

and it wouldn't make
any difference.

- Don't you get it?
- Okay. I think so.

The attempt to hold on
to sanity too tight is insane.

What?

To gain control you gotta
lose control, right?

- I can't hear you.
- (inaudible)

Whoa!

Aah!

(grunting)

(both groaning)

What was that you were saying?

Thank you.

Ooh.

(laughing)

Hey, how's it going, Zone?

So you gonna
stay around with us
for a while today, Nick?

Hey, that's very good news.
Carry on.

He's here.

- Good to have you back.
- Hey, Nick, you look good.

-The rest did you
some good, huh?
-Hey, Nick, how are you?

- Hey, man, how you doing?
- Good to see you guys.

Yeah, you guys look good.
All right.

- (sighs) What the fuck?
- Yeah.

-What do you want to do?
-Hey, where do you
want me, Leo?

Where do you want to be?

Whew.
Approach looks fun.

- Okay.
- (laughter)

- BARRY: Kick some ass, man.
- ED: Rock 'n' roll.

- Tear 'em up, Zone.
- Lock and load.

Canadian 1160, reduce to 180.
Traffic your 11 o'clock.

3 miles at 4,000.

- Hi, Pete.
- Hey, Zone.

- What's cooking?
- You got these three in trail.

The heavy needs a turn at 10,

and the overflow's closed,
so you got a full plate.

Mm-hmm. mm-hmm.

- One too many cups of coffee.
- (nervous laughter)

- Sure.
- Stay with it, Nick.

Come on, you can do it.
I know it.

-What's my name?
-I don't know what
you're talking about, Nick.

Barry, what's my name?

Come on, Nick.

- No Fly Zone.
- No Fly Zone. Not bad.

Where's your money?

-I had you getting
to the headset.
-And then?

Anybody got me making it?

- Nobody had me making it?
- Tina?

Yeah. Uh,

I was out five bucks
when you left your car.

- Were you?
- I had you making it.

- Thanks, Ed.
- I was the last one in.

(sighs)
Today's your payday.

NICK: Continental 2653,
turn right.

Correction.

Turn left.

Heading 2-8...
make that 2-6-zero.

Traffic's at your 12...
make that traffic
at your one o'clock.

That's my boy!
(laughs) Mwah!

And... Nick, I won!
(laughs)

American 393, welcome to my sky.

Descend and maintain 4,000.

US Air 2994, turn right,
heading zero-1-zero
to join the localizer.

No, w-with Felicia,
you know, in Wisconsin.

Uh, but, you know,
it's all behind me now,

and, um, I'm on my way
back to, uh, to New York,

to... to pick up my things
and start my new life.

-Ah.
-You know, it's like
I've been...

I've been released
from prison, you know, I am...

I'm free, and, um,
I'm... I'm independent, and...

I'm... I'm facing
the future alone.

I'm... well, I mean,
I have the kids.
I'm exhilarated.

Anyway, tell me...
tell me about you. It's...

Steve and I are on
our honeymoon.

- You are?
- Yes.

- That's fantastic...
- Mrs. Falzone,

the captain would
like to see you
in the cockpit.

- He would?
- Yes.

Oh, um, would you...

Now, just take a seat.

-We just wanted you
to hear this.
-Oh.

Control, could you
repeat those directions?

NICK (on radio): Midwest 269,
descend and maintain
3,000 heading 160

if passenger Connie
Falzone will have dinner
with her husband tonight.

Oh, jeez.

Otherwise, you're 23rd
in line for landing.

- What the hell is going on here?
- (sighs) We gotta talk, Connie.

Here. Just press
the button, Connie.

I'm not gonna fight
with you, Nick.

NICK: I wake up
in an empty house,

and I hear you and the kids.

I know you're not there,
but I hear you anyway.

I can't work, I can't
concentrate, I can't sleep.

I look at the scopes
and all I see is your face.

PILOT: Uh, approach,
could you confirm our heading?

Not until I finish talking to
this young woman. Connie, I want
you to have dinner with me.

Nick, I'm not...
No.

Lunch at Enzo's Thursday.

Come on, lunch
at Enzo's, Thursday.

Coffee?

- I can't Thursday.
- (stammering) F-Friday?

-I don't know.
-That's good.
"I don't know" is good.

-That's fine.
-I've... I've never heard him
talk like this before.

STEWARDESS:
He sounds like
he needs you.

Connie, please,
just coffee on Friday.

Will you give it a chance?

♪ Return to me ♪

♪ Oh, my dear
I'm so lonely ♪

- Ohh.
- ♪ Hurry back, hurry back ♪

♪ Hurry back
oh, my love, I am yours ♪

♪ Return to me
for my heart wants you only ♪

♪ Hurry home
hurry home ♪

♪ Won't you please
hurry home? ♪

♪ I am yours ♪

♪ My darling
if I hurt you, I'm sorry ♪

♪ Forgive me
and please say you are mine ♪

- TINA: ♪ You are mine ♪
- MEN: ♪ You're mine ♪

NICK: ♪ Torna me ♪

♪ Cara mia ♪

BOTH: ♪ Ti amo ♪

♪ Solo tu, solo tu ♪

♪ Solo tu ♪

♪ Mio cuore ♪

♪ Mio cuore ♪

♪ Return... ♪

NICK: Thank you, Captain.
Runway 4 left cleared
ILS. Approach.

Contact tower 118.3.
Take care. Thanks.

Connie, sweetheart,
you know, I've been thinking
about this a lot. A lot.

My mind... the mind,
it's like a broken computer,
you know?

I mean, you take it
out of the box...

-CONNIE: Nick, would you
just quit with the talking?
-But what can you do?

It's God's joke.
Sometimes it just
takes a good beating...

CONNIE: You're losing me.
Honey, you're losing me.

NICK: I've had
a good beating, and...
and I think I'm ready.

- CONNIE: Nick, just quit with the talking, okay?
- Okay, okay, you're right.

I know. Okay.

(John Mellencamp:
"I'm Not Running Anymore")

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